Every sentence that was desolate to the core opened the prelude to the jade years. . .
A literary girl, the most talented woman, a cynical young man. . .
Which one is her, or... . . Is it all her?
When a large area of Milanese flowers blooms, there is a lingering fragrance. . .
Is it a dream? Is it reality? Is it heaven? Is it the human world?
It is difficult to distinguish between true and false, love and hate. . .
In the end I can only say - life is like a dream!