Some people say that youth is like a carnival feast. After eating and drinking, you pat your butt and leave. Is it true that youth can never escape the fate of separation? If given a chance to choose, would you choose to remember what happened in the past, or would you forget it?
Time always moves unclearly and cannot be turned back. When you look back, you are lost, and when you move forward, you are confused. In your memory, how many separations have you experienced? Before forgetting those people and those feelings, how should we say goodbye to them?
When you are young, frivolous, and not burdened by anything, you often look forward to the life you want. Maybe many years later, when you look back, do you still want those almost imaginary things you once pursued? Have the times we once wanted to remember been forgotten in our unforgettable memories?
During the physical examination after college, I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, and my memory declined rapidly. When I was alone, I started to recall my college days. How I hope God can give me a little more time to reorganize those forgotten plots and past. To commemorate those lush years, I would like to compose a helpless song of farewell with a drop of happy tears of mourning.
I started writing the novel 10 years ago. I paused it mid-term and suddenly remembered that I wanted to continue finishing it. During this period, many plots that were originally thought to be determined were reversed and the mentality changed, which seemed to be very memorable.
Concept: Youth is like a feast, full of joy and tears.