What do I remember about my school days? I seem to remember a lot. I remember the broken bell of my bicycle when I was a student. I remember going to the temple closest to my home every week. I remember that there seemed to be many people who loved me, but I vaguely felt that this love was dissipating... And it seemed that I had never experienced this before. The bicycle was long gone, the temple was rebuilt, and the person who loved me seemed to be nowhere to be found... Have I really experienced all of this? I dreamed back in the middle of the night again and again, cried bitterly, and wanted to escape everything but couldn't let go of it all. I can't tell whether I lost everything or it didn't belong to me in the first place. Open this book and read it with me to see the years that belong to us...
Purpose: See your love clearly in the face of class differences and the passage of time