Some people are born in midsummer, accompanied by the chirping of insects, and then fall to the ground
Some people are born in early spring, accompanied by flowers blooming, and are born gently
Some people are born in cool autumn, accompanied by fallen leaves, returning to their hometown
Some people are born in the cold winter, accompanied by falling snow, and melt into the world
And I, my dear friends, I was born in late spring, I am full of hope for life, what is hope, I look at the future, what is the future, it is endless, it is full of hope, and what am I, what are we, my dear friends, you are not my readers, everyone who opens this book is my friend...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
