I am so afraid that I have forgotten how much I loved you.
The fragmented fragments make up the story in my mind, and we join together in a soulful and immortal ramble. Abandon the narrow vision of the world, and inject my crazy soul into the original work as light and silky as a cocktail.
When the soul reaches the end of memory, can I hug you across dimensions?
If one day I no longer love you, take this book as proof that I once loved you sincerely and innocently.
Intention: Because you are in this world, I am more willing to take risks
