Youth has no regrets, although there is hatred and love; happiness and separation, there is pain and joy; the past vows of each other, were they a momentary impulse or true love; the years are still there, and the persistence of thousands of sails has been written with a pen; what is youth? It is a pile of raging fire that spreads passion, moves others, and burns oneself; it is a blooming rose, blooming brilliantly, proudly independent, and tasting all the bitterness. Looking back on the past, time has smoothed the edges and the memories of the past are indelible. Lover, brother, after the passion has passed, who will still leave the memory of the bitter smile?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
