We knew each other back then and didn't hear back from each other. I sighed that the years were like running water. I picked up all the flowers and branches and still looked forward to the coming of spring...
We know each other as childhood sweethearts. Thank you for never leaving, giving me the courage to love.
There are no memories, no lingering, no smiles, thousands of loneliness, like a dead tree, spring comes, like a dead tree, spring is not allowed, there will be no spring again...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
