Give Me Ten Years

This is a dream I have had for ten years. Ten years are like one night, and I can vividly remember it. Instead of drinking alone and talking to myself, it is better to open the lid of the wine. Some people come and some leave, but here I am, exhaling a puff of smoke, tapping my conscience twice, and continuing to be myself. Success comes with style, failure comes with style. There are friends and confidants on the way forward, but the shadow of the night cannot illuminate my loneliness, and I have to close my eyes. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.