To each other, we are just strangers passing by, so I don't want to and won't ask you your name or your identity. We met here by chance, just like the wind blowing across the water, stirring up faint ripples. After we leave, we will slowly forget the people we met here this afternoon, the words we said, and the things that happened. Nothing will change. The wind continues its journey, and the water returns to its original calmness.
Maybe our first encounter was an accident, but as long as I hope, it will become inevitable in the future, and I will definitely get what I want.
========================================================================================================== The title of the book is tentative, I will change it once I think about it. This article is short, not too long. The main focus is still on the darkness, but I guess this article will be almost complete after that.
Reader comments
Dad, I liked your last book very much. Please update it.
It's actually changed! But I have completely forgotten what I wrote before = =#
Dad, I liked your last book very much. Please update it.
It's actually changed! But I have completely forgotten what I wrote before = =#