What I feel, hear, and think about life is probably a very purposeless complaint.
Because many things have been almost forgotten, many sad things are almost sad, and many resentful things are still accumulated in my heart. This is the memory of childhood life and the expression of those things that others may not understand.
No matter how much time has passed, these memories still exist as always.
I wish I could document it all.
It can't keep time, and it also leaves some traces.