Memory is like a rose among flowers, knowing its fragrance and smelling it taste delicious. How long can we exist in this world, and who can talk to friends about the taste of the past, but that exclusive memory that only belongs to us, who doesn't want to live with us forever, even if the so-called "once" process is a tearful and painful youth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
