When we were young, we lamented: If one day I leave, who will sing a farewell song for me. When we were young, we lamented: No one can accompany us throughout our lives, everyone is just a passer-by. Only when we are older will we realize that all the sadness and lamentation are just because we don't understand love or know love too well. A literary and warm man's fresh old lover, the best masterpiece after three years of absence. 30 Pure and beautiful stories, in the quiet sadness, lay out the long-lost beauty that is almost forgotten by us. The little happiness, little pride, little pain, little melancholy, little grievance, little stubbornness in those stories... You have already experienced or are experiencing it, I hope you can find or treasure the most beautiful memories.
