In September 2011, the weather was hot, my heart was cold, my mood was high, and I was a 2B person. I thought that lying on the bed at this time, typing on the keyboard and following a group of men shouting and killing, I would never have imagined that half a year later I would be in a relationship that would make me quietly type in front of the computer with tears streaming down my face.
My name is Rabbit Paper. Because I walked and skipped, I became a Paper Rabbit. I liked to smoke cigarettes, squint my eyes, and dragged a group of men to call me "Master" like a beast. I was heartless and just cared about my own happiness. I lived a very nourishing life as a child. I thought and planned to live such a white and tender life from now on.
My name is Rabbit Paper, because I am silly and happy, so they call me 2B Rabbit Paper. Today I stood up from the bed with a cigarette in my mouth, facing the sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling window, caressing my cheeks and putting on a mask for myself. This mask is called having a cold nature.
Honey, this time I loved you seriously.