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A phone call from a friend I hadn't seen for many years told me that I would never see him again. Should those youth like falling rain fall and disappear? When a person truly dies, he does not stop breathing, but loses the bonds with other people, the memories bought with time... With a heavy heart, I decided to write this novel. I picked up my friend's legacy, used his life as a template, and used a magnifying glass to observe what he had experienced and the people he had faced. My friend only gave the following opinions on this work: "Keywords: human beings, white moonlight, dawn."