Traces Are the Shadows of Many Years Later

That is the old house in the memory. The changes of time cannot erase the traces in the memory. The traces are the shadows after many years. They are the sinking leaves returning to their roots. Love is the wind that cannot be caught and the feathers that stop and stay. The traces are the shadows left after many years, the intertwining of traces and shadows, and the collision of memories and reality. There are the waves of the sea, the murmur of seabirds, the patchwork of fallen flowers, and the bravery of childhood... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.