The End of Memory

This is a novel similar to memories, very quiet, very melancholy, and beautifully written. Although the plot is not ups and downs, and there are no rich, handsome, nymphomaniacs, it is just a very realistic journey. A man suffering from an incurable disease encountered several chaotic emotions at the end of his life. Perhaps love comes from sympathy. Perhaps, love is due to the passage of time. Perhaps, love is to accompany you for a while. Perhaps, love is to leave traces of your survival. In short, no matter how sad or painful he is, he always says, it's okay, I'm still here, I'm fine. The city was glitzy, wandering around, but she always followed. He went to school, and she looked for things to do near the school. She lives her own life, and he lives his own. They have nothing to do with each other. They just know that they are not far from each other. As for the ending, everyone knows it, but they don't know it. After all, the wounds of time are not just words or words.