Twelve Elopement Seasons

During childhood, my brain was wrapped in alcohol and I couldn't think, I had no thoughts. I didn't drink until I vomited, I didn't cry loudly, everything was just right, I was just tipsy. My consciousness is still wandering, limited to the edge of my pituitary brain. I have lost control of this body. The New Year's Eve fireworks flew into the night sky on time, exploding with a 'whoosh, bang', and colorful blooms bloomed in the mid-air. Through the glass, the colors reflected on her face were colorful; in her eyes were the blossoming fireworks. It seems to be a smile but not a smile, it is sad and sorrowful, it is happy and sad. The complex contradiction made it impossible for me to tell whether I was drunk or whether she was getting more and more charming. Everything in the world is less true. No matter how beautiful a person is, there will be a time when she leaves, no matter what the circumstances are. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.