I only dedicate my essays to the passage of time, and my heart to the people I love. Tomorrow I will leave the city where I have lived for a long time and step into the unknown world. With my computer, of course. This is the end and a new beginning. A very fresh start. In addition to the ups and downs in life, there are also many things that are not known to others. I write my heart out by hand, and thoughts often fly by like a fish in water. How can I be worthy of myself if I don't write them down?