I remember someone once said that after reading too many other people's stories, my own story pales in comparison with theirs and is not worth mentioning. I agree with this, but I can't help but recall the life I have lived before. It may be really ordinary compared to others, but for me, it really exists in my life. I want to record it, not to miss anything, but to prove that the days before this, no matter whether I was decadent or aggressive, my life was not in vain. Right or wrong, frustrated or proud, and a lot of time has been wasted, but fortunately, I am still alive now, so good! Too many things have happened, and I have no memory. Some scattered trivial things still appear in my mind. I don't want to lose even the last bit of memory in the long river of time. I don't want to complain or show off, I just tell my story in a normal way.