This world is really bad sometimes, but luckily I can act bad, be pretentious, and sleep.
I never believe in love, but I believe in ambiguity and temporary passion. Those who cannot get it are always in turmoil, and those who are favored are always confident. The red rose in my heart has long since withered, it's just the pain of pricking the branches in my heart.
Who doesn't want to have a perfect love? I will always envy the vigorous love in the book, but why is my life so dull? Probably because we can easily see the inner turmoil of the people in the book, but we cannot feel the hesitation of those around us. Sitting in the back row when watching a play, you can't clearly see the plot of the play, but the people in the play can see it clearly. This book is a tribute to that period of youth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
