The Glass of Golden Years Pours over the World

Lovesickness, lovesickness, timidity, are you willing to be with this fate? Standing in front of the window, the child is silent and longing for each other. Let the wind caress your messy hair and the memories are long and quiet Unconsciously and randomly flipping through the pale records of conversations, etc. Can this obsession and waiting withstand the baptism of leisurely years? All I can do is caress the autumn wind and my thoughts drift away sadly This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.