Not Cold Winter

People come and go, everyone is pursuing a different life, and there is always a stream flowing in the heart bit by bit; as time goes by, it leaves some deep or shallow imprints. The stream will always gather the fruits of longing into the ocean. On that day, I had no regrets even after all the changes. Thoughts will always knock down the growing leaves in my heart after the beautiful memories, and a vine of buds will hit the bottom of my heart. That feeling may be called pain, or it may be called love. It commemorates the beautiful memories when I was young and ignorant, and will be remembered throughout my life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.