Thirty-five years old, divorced, life is boring. I listened to songs all afternoon, and the more I listened, the more confused I became. I kept recalling the moments when I made decisions before, but I could only recall the decision that seemed wrong today. If I could go back and make a new choice, my life would have changed today, and I would have lived a happy life. But I can't go back. Write it down while you still remember it now. Bless those who have appeared, and miss the days with you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
