My literary talent is mediocre and I can't write much that is touching. Even if the person I met when I was sixteen disappeared, I would still love him for a long, long time. Your wish is to write a novel, so I will briefly write about it.
The aloof academic master: "Do you want to fall in love?"
Affectionate woman: "Who is it?"
"You"
"Ahhh? I'll think about it."
"OK one minute"
"Okay, say it again, I do."
The world is so big but there is no room for an if.
Fate is always unfair, the gods did not hear my wish, and my boy left me on the third day of his eighteenth year. I love him standing on the playground, and I love him in my heart.
Purpose: To commemorate deceased loved ones and friends