Reminiscent of the Mind

Slow children also have their own sea of ​​roses. "You are as lost as the howling wind on the wasteland in May. It should have brought all things to life, but instead it is just a shadow walking on the withered summer night. Everyone else is comfortable in love, but you are still alone and counting the moon." She died on the day she came of age. She called me more than a dozen times but I didn't receive any calls. I am a person who stays up late every day, but I chose to go to bed early that day because I wanted to get up early to celebrate her birthday. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.