I Don't Want to Let Go of Your Hand

Hugging her legs and burying her head inside, she was silent. A gentle breeze blew by, and her long hair, which had been dyed yellow and had faded, flew with the wind and was messy at the back of her head. Sitting on the big rock, I could vaguely see a group of black figures, lonely on the rock, looking very lonely. The breath of nature and the salty smell of the sea are always floating in the air. The colors of water and sky seem to be connected together. Let's not give up until the end, okay? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.