[A passage from a youth manuscript in 2014]
This is the second story I wrote in an old notebook when I was 15 years old.
It is very immature and has no writing style, and is even a bit bloody, but it completely seals all the love of that winter.
I choose to leave it here.
Not for anything else, just to give me a memory of my past self.
If you click on it accidentally, it is fate. I wish you happiness every day, good luck, peace and joy. Don't worry about me——
My life is full of sunshine and love, and the stories I write are just the ignorant imagination of my youth.
——This book is a tribute to that clumsy but pure creative dream.
