I have loved reading for a long time because he gave me such a prosperous world that I couldn't extricate myself from in it.
That is a world without me and a world without you.
There are only other people's sorrows and pains. There is no oneself, but it is all oneself.
Look at other people in books and look at yourself in others.
Tears streaming down my face.
These memories seem to be a corner that I have forgotten, which has been quiet and deserted for a long time.
Say goodbye to my lost youth with the short story I once wrote.