This is a memory and a new experience. There are no tall, rich, handsome, white and beautiful people here, and there are no car accidents. Some are just our most innocent memories of those people and things in our youth. To be honest, I will only write about seven years and all the memories of dreams in these seven years.
Indeed, some things in the novel are my experiences, and some are also fictional. I don't want to disturb other people's lives by showing real names or anything like that. I just hope that when you read the book, you can see your own reflection in it. This is our youth together.
Sometimes the seven years I have experienced feel like a dream to me now. I don't know when it started or when it ended. All I know is that after she left, I had nothing, no nostalgia, and no illusions about her. Some people can only quietly recall, wait, and wait for the dream to come again, and write down the dream for seven years.
May everyone be well and the Lord be with us, thank you!