The Time of Waking up from a Dream, the Time of Desolation

The distant place of dreams is my hometown, and the sober reality is the peaceful rainbow after the rain. Someone is moving the pointer on their fingertips and saying words that are incomprehensible. Isn't childhood just innocence and absurdity? Go see the world. The world is waiting for us. In that era that only belongs to us and only belongs to our memories, go, go, he is right ahead. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.