Tell life in life, experience life in life...
A gentle, silky hand reaches into life, stop it! It cannot take off any more of its clothes. Because, at dusk, I will walk through death. September is a soft old tablecloth, and through the light between the leaves, I carry a swan on my back. Draw nutrients from daily life, learn the gentleness of night, feel the energy of light, when the wind blows away the fatigue.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
