Half of my life, thinking about it, seems to have passed by in a blink of an eye. Sometimes when I recall the half of my life, it is really unsatisfactory. Compared with fate, God is really unfair. What else can I have? Life is impermanent, and sorrow for spring and autumn has started since I was a child. I thought, sooner or later, this world will drive ordinary people crazy, and why? What is this half life for? What am I doing? Am I going crazy?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
