Time is like a long piece of music, playing the passion of youth. When the music ends, it also erases the appearance they want. The youth of that year was crazy, and in the madness was their prosperous age.
What they thought would be forever changed forever in the process of becoming forever. Those things they thought they would never forget were completely forgotten by them in the process of never forgetting them.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
