I am already in my sixties.
I have a wife, sons, daughters, and grandchildren.
Happiness is just happiness.
I am mediocre, I am useless.
In the past few months, I have felt that death is getting closer and closer to me.
If you count carefully, after I die, only a few dozen people will remember me. I am so scared.
So I have to write my own story and all my regrets.
It might be true, but it would be really boring.
I hope that after death more people can remember me and understand me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
