The world is full of all kinds of things, and nothing stays the same. The same is true of the book I want to write. Some things only become clear after you’ve experienced them: if something isn’t yours, no matter what you do, you can’t hold on to it. I don’t know how other people write their books. I just want to use my pen to record a part of my life. Everyone’s life is different. In this world of scattered words where I write down my feelings, I wonder if there might be someone who feels the same way, …
