We cannot choose our own destiny. We may be born at the wrong time, or with the wrong person at the right time, or pass by. Even so, we can't help but look back on the sweetness we once had. Maybe we will pursue some things that we can't grasp in life, just like the bright moon in the sky, which seems to be far away. Flowers bloom in their own way. When the wind blows, admiration is hard to calm down.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
