Youth is like a diary turned by the wind, with unfinished lines of poetry hidden in every page. Many people have such a white moonlight in their memories. When they were young, it was as warm as the sun and illuminated their ignorant hearts. However, due to various reasons, it streaked across the night sky like a meteor, leaving only a glimmer of light and regret. Perhaps it was a cowardly retreat or a trick of fate. Those unspoken words and unheld hands became the softest thorns in my heart. I know that everyone longs for a sincere and perfect love - as pure as the first snow, as firm as a rock, without suspicion or miss. I, too, have looked back in my dreams countless times, imagining whether the ending would be different if I had it to do over again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
