Adapted from the author's real experience
Someone who has been dead for almost ten years suddenly shows up at the coffee shop I often go to?
How does fate arrange the direction of me and him?
In the midsummer when I was seventeen years old, I met Chen Chen. We went through countless life journeys hand in hand, and we composed beautiful musical chapters together. But the ups and downs of fate give life a tragic sonata.
In the early winter when I was twenty-seven years old, I met Chen Chen. At a glance, I seemed to be an old friend. When I linger in my dream, I see the passing of years.
I hold tightly, this hard-won residual warmth
Purpose: I would like to write this book to deeply commemorate the unfulfilled pathos sonata in real life. We are all cherishing that hard-won love. I tried to hold on to every ray of warmth, but found that it would eventually turn into light and fly away. Chen Chen, I miss you very much