Are you reminiscing about your childhood? Childhood memories are like the wind that cannot be caught, but the ripples left behind after blowing seem to echo in circles, reflecting the regret of not keeping the fading memories in mind. The gears of time are constantly turning, those memories are no longer so vivid, and I can hardly remember many people and many things. At that time, I lived in the clouds. Later, the clouds dispersed and the wind also left.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
