It's hard to forget your worries and have no worries. It's hard to be sad and meet your love by chance.
Suddenly I felt the sadness and coldness of the world, and I picked the stars for her alone.
At that time, there was wind, flowers, snow and moon, and nothing could be accomplished in the bloody sky. Hate is a kind of feeling, hating the world is a kind of way. If life is wrong, then why live? I could have ended my love, but I ended up falling in love instead. After meeting her for a day, I first learned to love; after meeting her for a month, I first learned to understand love.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
