Love and lust, love and hate, anger and sadness, excitement and numbness, in this materialistic society, in this country lacking faith, in this era of moral corruption, all ideals, love, and friendship are vulnerable... An indulgent man, a cynical prodigal, a girl born in fireworks, a lonely and helpless young woman, a group of women who are wandering between ideals and reality, feelings and desires. A group of passionate young people who are full of enthusiasm but have to bow their heads in front of reality. Our ideals no longer exist, and our love has nowhere to hide. This is just a novel and an elegy for yesterday. In these frivolous years, I keep this in mind.
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