This is a story about forgetting, about L, about me. In the many years we have been entangled, I have never had the heart to write down a few words for you and myself. Until now, I only hope that someone can think of my youth and frivolity when they see a certain plot or a certain sentence. I don't expect anyone in this world to feel the same way. The person who understands me best knows this kind of thing. I have always known it. He will never know or understand how much I miss you. He will never know how many nonsense I have written and all my emotions in a place where he cannot see. This memory is written here. From now on, it will no longer be opened. Everything is just to forget.