I have always wanted to write our stories, but I never knew whether I should tell them. I occasionally looked through the old photo albums and realized that a long, long time has passed, but those people and things have always been in our hearts, just like the story that happened yesterday. I can't write any articles. I always feel that I can't write those gorgeous words, so I have always admired those who write articles. But all I can do is slowly tell a story, a story that happened at our age, far away... Far away...