Mediocre Life

The hour hand is turning bit by bit, rolling forward like history, never retreating. You have walked through many people's lives and look to the future. I have also walked through many confusions and embraced you. When the past is no longer in the past, time and space fall apart. When familiar faces come to you, the wind of hometown blows away the heart of returning children. Looking back, we are in front of you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.