The Left Hand Reflects the Years in the Right Hand

I am a child who looks up to the sky when I feel lonely, looking at the big sun, looking at the big moon, my neck feels sore, and my eyes are filled with tears. It's true, good boys don't tell lies. And the things I write about, those things that look like illusions open in the water, are also real. … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.