In this life, what is right and what is wrong.
The passing wind, the falling flowers, every second, along with the bumps and drizzle, look back frequently.
Think back to when you were young.
Reluctant to give up, unable to ask for, unable to love, unable to hate.
The dream is confusing and fascinating, and I suddenly realize it after many years.
In this life, he had failed himself and also failed her.
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
