One day, I quietly looked back at the green years that passed by, and found that they were all weak memories that fade away more easily than running water. Many people left with fallen flowers and flowing water, and many people landed in the joy of spring. I am not sad when they leave, and I am not happy when others come. The people and things you meet in life are determined by each other, so you will no longer feel uneasy and sad for anything. In order to commemorate these days, I decided to write a novel called The Thin Years to record the beauty and youthfulness of the past...