A love that sprouts in the dark night but grows in the sunshine. . . . . The arduous journey in the wilderness, the dim and dusty youth, the hopeless destiny, the moment I met you. Completely ending three inches of sunlight and three dreams, just like the corners of my eyes with flowers blooming in May, was as beautiful as my youth. If there is anything that can separate us after the waves, it is death.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
