At a certain moment, I suddenly froze and felt a machete cutting off my main artery. My bleeding stopped, so I started writing as soon as I picked up the pen, recording all my memories.
When my first love sneaked in, I ignorantly ignored her. But he lost his pure white body in a place that shouldn't be lost.
The record is more important than the truth. I hope that the spirit and action can be unified. The writing is full of youth. Maybe you and I will meet by chance.
Try the first person, whether sad, sad, or happy, we are young and have no regrets. I just want to leave traces and live my life in this world in vain.
You may not be able to dodge this knife!
