Memory Lock

The wind is dancing, the fallen leaves and the setting sun reflect each other, creating a sad but beautiful picture. He stood on the land full of flowers, looking into the distance, his eyes full of memories, sometimes gentle and sometimes sad, and finally turned into calm, but just like the water in the North Sea, there was an undercurrent surging inside. In the end, he left... And left the thing that made his mind turbulent... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.