"And myself - what do I have left? What do I have left, what can be left of those years of great happiness and anxiety, what can be left of those hopes and pursuits with wings that can fly? The faint breath exuded by a worthless flower and grass will live longer than all the joy and all the pain of a person - longer than a person's body." - Turgenev's "First Love"
1. First person, two perspectives.
2. Write a little bit here and there. This book is just for practice, it is not long.
Intention: The past is gone
