Pretending to be the me forty years later, I wrote to the me forty years ago.
On the bench, an old man looked at the lake, holding his small backpack tightly with both hands, motionless, and time passed by minute by second.
My name is Yiyi,
I have Alzheimer's
Please...
It's not time yet
Still...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
