All the Flowers Have Fallen and Turned into Wounds

Those stories that I thought would never be forgotten will eventually be forgotten as I keep thinking about them. An old incident, many turmoils will eventually turn into smoke, and the story of encounter. The poem written in the text blooms in the bottom of my heart, lightly dipped in a wisp of ink fragrance, and running on the tip of the pen, the tenderness spreads between the lines. I record a story of my own and tell it quietly to you. I don't expect too many sympathetic readers. It's enough for my three or five book friends to sympathize with my story, complain about it, or encourage me! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.