The world is full of absurdity, but it is hurt by love: thinking but not speaking, thinking but not forgetting, thinking but not seeing, loving but not being able to love, the whole life is full of regrets. I just want to be well." It's not that we are not good enough, it's just that the timing is unlucky. Maybe at another time, we would be the most suitable people. The wind picked up, and in that winter, we never saw each other again, never thought about each other again, and never wanted to see each other again in the end.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
