There are too few people who help each other in this world, and too many people who forget each other in the world. Some people who have loved deeply regard the days and nights as eternity, and the lingering for a while as a lifetime of deep love. So I made a promise, so I had the extravagant hope of holding my son's hand and growing old with him. The drunken years confused the world of mortals. After several reincarnations, things may have changed. The feeling of longing day and night that cannot be let go. The old days of old age have dispersed the smoke, and whose face is being touched by the dust and resentment? In the dark, I can see through the autumn water and the tender dance that breaks my shadow all night long. I silently wrote a series of annihilated emotions, but the spring scenery of the garden was taken away by the splendor and glitz. Amid the noise and dust, I choose to be lonely.
In this endless story, I will be a storyteller, lamenting that this life is not as good as a flashy dream.
(The story is purely fictitious. Please read it and pass it by. If you have any shortcomings, please listen with an open mind)