The pain of youth should never be portrayed lightly. Later, he climbed onto the balcony on countless summer nights when the sunset had just put away its beauty. At that time, the clouds in the sky had just finished coloring the sunset and were washed white again in the dark night. He would look back at the time that flew by, longing to return to the past, and at the same time, grateful that it would never happen again. Like a seabird passing through layers of floating clouds, after its wings are wet, is it a rainbow or thunder?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
