This is a novel about my love and the people who love me.
If fate hadn't separated me from the one I love, I don't think this novel would have had such a process and ending.
The people in the novel represent a painful journey in my past.
The people represented there will eventually grow old,
If the deep memories are not awakened, then the long flow of time will eventually swallow me up.
This is a story about a few young people who persistently pursue their own happiness. There are family feuds, natural and man-made disasters in it.
What comes to test them is not only the inevitable cycle of cause and effect of birth, old age, illness and death, but also the unquenchable love, hate and sorrow in their hearts.
What belongs to them in the end is the happiness they exchanged for their lives and memories, or is it sadness?