"The evening breeze in summer blows gently, and wisps of pink sunset hang on the horizon. The chirping of birds and the chirping of cicadas outside the window blend together, making people forget to return."
"I picked a flower, passed by many people, and walked toward you."
"I want to see someone and tell him that your eyes are like the Milky Way, your breath is like the waves and the wind, and that I love you."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
