Small Regret

In my vigorous youth, I met you, but in the end I was not able to hold your hand and walk side by side with you to the end. It turns out that this is a small regret. I want to write many stories, many regrets, some are true adaptations, and some are imaginary based on hearing others tell them. No matter what, consider it a small regret. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.