The world is getting busier and more ethereal. In today's fast-paced world, I rarely look back at yesterday. My memories have long been covered in dust and my emotions have long been numb. Life still goes on, living like a walking zombie. Some people are overwhelmed by ideals, some are crushed by reality, and some see reality clearly and follow their hearts.
I look forward to dawn and dusk, or drizzle all over the house, fireworks in March, late autumn in September, and snow in the cold winter.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
