The wind on summer nights is always so strong, blowing open the young man's heart and the notebook full of stories...
In the old notebook, she used a pen to write down her story stroke by stroke on the yellowed and slightly rough paper pages.
"I had a dream. That dream can be said to be long or short, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. It seems to describe my entire youth, and it seems to represent my life..."
Intent: To be added...