When I opened this book, I read through my spring, summer, autumn and winter.
I used to like listening to my family members tell stories about their memories. As I grew up, I started to read stories written by others.
Write a story, write a story... Can I describe my own life well?
I think I don't know. I can only describe my rustling memories in tiny words.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
