To Youth: Beating Heart

In the autumn of that year, the sky was as clear as blue, and the maple leaves on the treetops were blooming red, as if they were about to burn. I met a boy and spent five years of my youth with just one glance. That summer, the sky was still clear and the loquat fruits on the trees were ripe, the result of a year of wind and rain. Unfortunately, after five years, we still have no results. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.