[First person essay written in young style, read with caution]
I will occasionally think of you through the dazzling sunshine in December
The feeling you bring to me is the same as the sun, warm and dazzling
I can't help but want to get closer to you
I can't get close, so I want time to stand still
I will keep looking at you like this until I am born, old, sick and die
"When December comes, my destiny will turn from bitter to sweet."
"The heroism of girlhood is to have a heart as high as the sky."
"Listening to music and sleeping in silence is my way to escape unhappiness."
Intention: pain
