I couldn't help but read the words on those message boards. There were not many in number, only about 200 in total, but whether they were blessings or jokes, they seemed to be very serious, and there were no traces of intentional spamming. I patiently flipped through the pages. I am somewhat eager to know, at the end of these times, at the very beginning, is the young and clumsy self I stored in your memory still there?
What I can't let go of is myself at the end of time.