(Innocuous light novel, if it can accompany you to sleep, it will be my greatest honor)
It's probably because we were young, he was crazy and I was frivolous.
Here are the imaginative things you once had, and here are the flowers that withered in your dreams.
Here is the wind of early summer and the unmelted snowflakes of that year.
Here are your youthful fingerprints left on the phone's keypad, which once carefully touched the appearance of your first love.
Here are the tears you dried on the pillow that night, and the blood of your soul dripping into the abyss.
They eventually condense into the looming cinnabar in the corners of your eyes.
You always have to experience it to understand love.
Only then did I realize that I couldn't love more than the wind returning from the valley, filled with the faint sound of Sanskrit sounds; I couldn't hate more than the deep pool, lifeless.
Love is like stagnant water at its deepest level, and no one can make waves.
Daya opened a bottle of cold beer and handed it to me, leaning forward to read the text I was typing on my computer.
After taking off her makeup, Da Ya showed a youthful arrogance. She snorted and said disdainfully: "Pretentious."
I wasn't annoyed, I took the beer from her hand, raised my head and took a sip, looking at her with charming eyes and a confident voice:
No guilt for falling in love!