When we are young, we don't know how to cherish the beauty of love, and those of us who don't know how to cherish it. When we were young and frivolous, we didn't know how to cherish love when it came. When love passed away, we stood there blankly picking up the golden brown hair left by love on the ground and sighed: I also had a beautiful love, but I didn't know how to cherish it at that time. Nowadays, times have changed, things have changed and people have changed. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
