At dusk, the lonely figure was dragged out of a distance that was within reach but seemed out of reach under the reflection of the setting sun. Dragging the looming shadow, move forward into the distance. The last leaf on the tree behind me seems to be telling you that this unforgettable autumn is gone forever. Perhaps one day in the future, I will still think of this different autumn, but there will always be some regrets in the lost youth...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
