A first-person look at the growth process of an ordinary girl.
There is a bird that never rests. It keeps moving forward until it dies.
It wanted to cross the mountains and seas, but found that the open land had freedom but no direction.
Young people, you may not be confused now, but maybe you will be as confused as me when you grow up.
I'm still young, and I'm confused. Maybe I won't be confused when I grow up.
A letter from the 19-year-old me in 2026, sent to me in the future, and also to you who may be a lot like me in the past.
It was not a beautiful spring, but it brought some vitality.
I will take it with me and drop some greenery along the way to plant a spring for me when I am 29 or 39 years old.
Intention: Don't forget where you came from, your ideals and confidence.