I have read many books, but I never thought that my name would appear in them. Until one day, someone suggested that I should write a book about the truth about that incident. In fact, I don't want to recall anything from those years, but there is always a momentary memory fragment that wakes me up in the middle of the night. Occasionally I opened the game I played back then, and the character's monologue was like a giant hammer, hitting my hypocritical heart hard. The resonance behind the great shock controlled me to pick up my pen, and copied that monologue with slight changes as the preface of this book.
This book tells the story of a liar and the lies told about him.
He used lies to realize the value of life; he also fell into the endless abyss because of lies.
I don't know, is he still "alive" now?
His soul may have been destroyed that year, leaving only a body lingering on.
Now, having squandered all the treasures of the years, he may have lost his original ambition, and is just quietly waiting for fate to take him far away, slowly disappearing with the passage of time.
I hope that this book can bring a relatively satisfactory ending to those imperfect years. I also hope that you will like this book.
Purpose: record memories