Recording dreams and thoughts, half a scroll of floating life, spring breeze and autumn moon, all turned into pen and ink
These are the trivial notes of the following life, full of nonsense
The records are nothing but ordinary joys and sorrows, but they are yesterdays that are gone forever.
Wherever the words and ink leave traces today, when I look back in the future, they will all be traces of where I came from.
Speaking human words: Essays and diaries, for venting emotions, scribbling for fun, updating as the occasion arises, don't scold me, Gada Gada (touched)
No one is watching anyway
There may be Cthulhu, grotesque elements and existentialism and spiritualism (not religious propaganda)
Purpose: live a good life