I would like to dedicate this book to the wonderful man I missed several years ago. Whenever I think of you, my eyes get wet and my heart bleeds...
The past is like a passing cloud, and our youth, ignorance and impulsive loyalty have given rise to too many regrets. We could have let go of those unwise moves and decisions, and we could not have gone down the path that we knew there was no way out but still went on willfully. But things in the world are always sad and happy, cloudy and sunny, full and waning moons... There is no definition of perfection, it is just the longing for everyone's heart, and perfect stories will never appear in the real world. Only in dreams and books can we experience the happy ending that we are following so hard in our hearts...