This is not a novel. I have thought about writing those unforgettable memories into a book, so that those sad and happy ones should be regarded as us in another parallel time and space. But such thoughts were eventually swallowed up night after night. In the end, I chose to let the unforgettable things turn into words and stay here. It is immature, sad, regretful, happy and joyful, those memories in the middle of the night. Maybe later I will write a novel about my prototype and his, maybe I will change it to a brand new story, maybe
Intention: As time goes by year after year, life will get better and better