I quietly looked out the window, curled up, feeling the stinging pain and cold. I closed my eyes and began to recall those bits and pieces. The first encounter, the first smile, the first cry, the first hug, strangers, acquaintances, knowing each other, falling in love, separation, those entangled feelings.
This is my first original story. I thought about it for a long time and wrote down my story bit by bit. It is a true story that records all my joys and pains. If it is not good, please forgive me because what I cannot control is the pain in telling it.
Maybe in these stories you can also see your stories, your happiness and sadness, those helpless truths. I only hope you are happier than us.