Life is like a wave, wetting us over and over again, accompanied by the chill, making it difficult to hold on, but it must be like the shore, resisting day after day and hiding the pain over and over again in layers of bitter sand. The source of pain never comes from your own life, but from the stings of other people's lives. At first I thought about fighting against fate, but in the end I was lost in the surging waves and sank to the bottom of the sea.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
