Watching love for thousands of years, even though it is bound by pain, I don't want to die, I would rather be a tree, growing on the roadside that he must pass, under the sun, carefully blooming with flowers, each one is the hope of the past life. When I get closer, the trembling leaves are the passion of waiting. When he walks by indifferently, the petals fall to the ground, but I want to say... Those are not petals, but my withered heart.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
