"Just like the words he carved on my desk, no matter how I trace them, they will fade."
Based on the idea developed from this sentence, this story has a prototype, but I don't know how it started, nor what the process was. I only know the result and the look of him sighing gloomily.
So, it's half a prototype? Even the name is not a prototype! (But this sentence is indeed an adaptation of his words)
Don't worry, it's HE, so it shouldn't be too cruel.
By the way, I am a new young author, and my writing style may be childish. Everyone is welcome to criticize (not) correct me. Of course it doesn't matter if no one is watching. But I also want to collect it.
"My friend from afar, can you receive this belated gift?"
Intention: "Just like the words he carved on my table, no matter how I describe them, they have faded and will never be the same again."