A Sprinkle of Stars

People always say that youth never comes back. All those little moments eventually fade into the past, only to be quietly revisited in the dead of night.

I still remember that year, when we lay on the school field, listening to the campus radio play Jay Chou's "Rice Field" and sharing our hopes for the future, enjoying a moment of comfort that belonged to us alone.

All right, enough of that. Class is starting. If we're late, our homeroom teacher will make us sing as punishment.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.