Unspeakable Memory

Memories are like smoke, drifting away and gathering together. It is a sinful drug. Some people say that when you cannot have the original, you will at least have memories; others say that no matter what happens now, you at least have the beauty of the past. However, long-term dependence on it will gradually make us doomed. They are like those gorgeous flowers blooming on the edge of the cliff, gorgeous but hopeless. And you stand among them, spinning, happy, and therefore inevitably lonely. It's all over, but what can be done. What to do. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.