Foreword:
Everything is a true story, a story that is still happening up to now.
I want to write it down, not why, I just want to record it.
There are always some pictures flashing through my mind, happy, sad...
There are many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, oh... It's so annoying...
Love.
What exactly is it?
I don't know.
But don't get stuck, don't think you can control it, it's impossible.
Intention: