The Yellowed Diary Tells the Time

A story within a poem, a poem within a story. Burning youth, blurred past. Tears and rain, flowers and mud. In the rainy season, flowers bloom silently. … This novel is my true experience. It is a tribute to my lost youth and a memory of those young faces... Even if one day everything will dissipate and everything that exists will turn into dust, I only hope that there is still a trace of touch that remains in the wind...