Morning and Evening

Years are the pen, lovesickness is the ink, and everything between the lines is you. I also wasted my time and even recklessly looked forward to death. But because I fell in love with you, I began to long for a long life. You, probably the old clear wine, the heavy rain in July, the bright moon in the sky, and the tenderness that cannot be expressed in words, are the person of my heart! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.