The swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows have withered, but they will be green again; the peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. But, if you are smart, please tell me, why are our days gone and never coming back?
People often say that time is a good medicine. It can fill the gaps in the soul and forget the sadness of parting. Slowly, slowly... Everything will pass away, but why do you still stay in the depths of my mind? Probably I miss you so much that my heart is filled with bitterness and I can no longer taste the sweetness of honey...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
