Pure essays, pure mood. It has nothing to do with aesthetic beauty or profound love.
Just a simple letter written to the boy from the past. It's not a novel, don't get close if you don't like it.
I don't care if anyone is watching, and I don't care if I'm pouring water into it. I just want to briefly describe my mood and the colorful memories I had.
It can be regarded as a boring pastime, and it is optional if you like it.
In fact, any little opinion from you is something that I think is very precious.
Conception: