A literary redemption is the starting point of love.
Alone, there is freedom, flowers and music.
I long for you as salvation and fear you as abyss.
Because it's you, I'm especially looking forward to the future.
There was no be in the 70s.
Let the ruins be ruins and I be me.
It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
You are the gentlest shade on the palette.
Stay with me every season.
Autumn is spring played backwards and Good Night is the continuation of loving you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
