He is not a prince, she is not Cinderella, there are no angels or demons here. They are all people with advantages and disadvantages but good nature. They want to love and be loved, but they always hurt each other involuntarily. Perhaps, life is so helpless.
Everyone's youth and growth are a process of constant gain and loss, with joy and pain. I tell you the stories in my heart. I only hope that you can find the shadows of yourself and the people around you in my stories, relive the warm or painful moments in your memory, smile or shed a tear for them, in order to commemorate the vigorous moments we had in those beautiful years...
I write to you and to myself.