Pages in memory are carefully opened
There is always a page that is deep and warm
There is always a page in a book
Impress you and come closer to you
The impermanent years are dancing in the air
in front of beautiful words
We are all young people in the spring breeze
The youthful beauty never goes away
The sycamore tree in front of the window is still so green
We standing at the crossroads stop looking
Hold the book in your hand
Let the dreams fall and the heart fly
in front of a good life
Any road is beautiful
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
