I want to write down my story one day. Show it to girls my age now. Let them not be timid and cowardly like me.
I want to write our story into a novel one day to commemorate our youth and you and me at that age. In a flash, it has been so many years. I think of a plant called Mimosa. Its flower language is: I don't have the courage to tell you that I love you. This is what I want to say to you too. So I decided to write this story...