Some people say that youth is a one-way road heading to an unknown destination. Some people bloom with flowers along the way, and some people are stuck in a swamp. But I am a child who will never grow up, trapped in an inexplicable unrequited love, but my feelings and ideals came to an abrupt end at the most beautiful age of sixteen. My wisdom stopped growing, and my emotions became a dry river. I didn't even have any rebellion, and turned into a numb middle-aged man. Suddenly I was thirty-two before I woke up. I suddenly want to tell you my true story. Maybe I should start to be a little more rebellious and live for myself. This novel is purely true. Some people may be a little stupid and hope to find friends who are equally stupid.
Purpose: Middle-aged people lament the passing of youth and the courage to start over