Bicycle at Sunset

Tolstoy once said, “All the changes, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shadow.” Along the winding road of youth, I have laughed and I have grieved. Faced with the endless arguments, schemes, and suspicion of the world, I have complained and fallen into the abyss of despair. Yet time has blown away everything from the past: the years of worldly turmoil, the sorrow over rampant materialism, the sighs at life’s vicissitudes, and the resentment over the warmth and coldness of human nature. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.