I want to write a book, but my writing style is not good, and I cannot write about fame, fortune, or a bright future. I want to write about the trivial things that are engraved between my eyebrows. I want to write about the reality of getting along day and night. Sunrise and sunset. And one's own understanding of the three views of justice. Reality and longing, confusion and unknown... This book is adapted from his own true story.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
