There Are Green Trees in the South

It's been so long, but I still can't forget you. I woke up at three o'clock in the morning and found that my pillow was covered with tears of missing you. Youth is a painful past, with a humble me, a distant you, and colorful seasons. You gave me warmth, but let me fall into your story. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.