In the early summer of that year, a man walking alone in the cold wind found his piece of warmth. The cold winter ushered in the moment when the ice and snow melted, and gorgeous flowers bloomed on the land washed by wind and snow, blooming warmly and unrestrainedly in their midsummer.
In the early summer of that year, the young man who was determined to go his own way stopped and found his rose, which had the hardest thorns but stretched upwards with the softest petals. It was blown by the strong wind but never bent its stems, standing proudly among the flowers.
He started to be interested in him, and he started to be wary of him.
This is the first time I write, to test the waters, and I will update it. After the update is completed, the copy will be revised.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
