"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years."
It begins in the midsummer when the cicadas are chirping, and ends in the winter when the snow falls without a trace in the south.
"This world is too bad. Important people are taken away one by one, leaving those with memories in pain for a lifetime."
[Tips]
The author's writing may be a bit sadistic in the later stages, so I suggest you not to read it.
It's a group portrait article, I think it's going to be a bit confusing later on.
Thanks for watching!
Intention: youth
