See the sea flowing between you and me
It is longer than that season
Deeper than the youth we passed through
I saw the sea rising and spreading.
Just like this, swimming to the other shore in an unknown direction
On the black May day, will there be falling snow?
We have no vows
No farewell, no meeting to see each other again
In this season that is deeper than the sea.
"The Youthful Years of Youth" made us laugh, cry, and move.
I want to write it out for you to read.
Thank you to all of you who clicked in to take a look, and thank you to all of you who voted for me.
Whether you clicked on this novel accidentally or like it, I thank you, because those little clicks will make me keep writing again and again.
Just like what an author I saw said, as long as a friend says he likes it, I will write it down.
I want to say, me too.