That Year the Music Came to an End

Holy snowflakes are falling to the ground. In this winter, leaves are falling, flowers are falling, and tears are spreading all over the ground. Who is looking at the lonely scenery, who is missing whom, betraying the original promise, escaping from your memories. Tears forgotten on the street corner, too late to recall. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.