My Story, Your Youth

After passing through the vigorous youth, there are only a few memories left behind. Every scene seems to be profound but vague. The plot is so clear but the figures of each person are so erratic and uncertain. I want to store the pictures that are blurring and about to be distorted at the speed of quicksand in a beautiful way. Even though it is really like a dream, after all, those things locked in the heart all have a past, a past. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.