If Waking up Is Not a Nightmare

Whenever the summer wind blows, I will think of it that passed away that year. Whenever I fall asleep late at night, I think of him who has changed over the years. Departure of friend Riding and passing away in the evening breeze. If you become a woman, It's a fight against fate, Just let nature take its course. When the entanglements of love and hatred intertwine and surround each other How should we choose? When he appears. It's like annoyance rising. Ps: This is a story I have been thinking about for a long time. Focus on it! : The story is fictional! Don't take it seriously.