We Are Still on the Way

I still remember those years when I was in my prime, with the unruly and arrogant youth shining brightly on my young face. I would wear a white shirt, run under the sun, laugh at a joke for a long time, and not know what to do when I meet someone I like. Even youth cannot write about our hasty years Ordinary youth experiences write the truest version of us. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.