The Meaning of Midsummer

How can we be relieved if we try our best and can't get it? Olivia said that the path we have walked does not exist. Our joy is the ashes of the path of sorrow. The past surrounds me The sea is the sea on all sides I once stepped on the snow gate and my feet were half closed A journey of thousands of miles covered with flowers Winter fades and the sun sets and spring rain returns Suspected to be an old friend coming from a strange place Fifteen steps down to the leisure hall I am staked on this road by my own destiny And he never reminded me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.