I thought that when I was seventeen, the sunshine would shine through the branches and leaves, brightening our certain and happy future. I thought the vows I uttered were made out of love and were as solid as a rock. I thought we had reached the end of the fairy tale, where the days were warm and stable and never changed again. But I don't want fate to be deep or shallow, and people's emotions to change. It's a pity that spring can't be remembered, and neither can you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
