How do we define life? Whenever we pass through a stage of life, we are mourning the previous stage. We yearn for the dreams of youth and miss the innocence of childhood. We long for the passion of youth and miss the spirit of youth. We are in love with the beauty of love. Good and tired of the cumbersomeness of being loved. The gestures of life are as warm as the scorching sun at noon, as happy as the morning bird, as quiet as the sound of dew in the forest, as desolate as the rainy autumn wind, and as pale as a dying person. Whether we are willing or not, life will eventually make us grow up.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
