Or can, someone can, sometimes can.
Because it's not you, it can only be someone else.
Everything is fine. When the rice is boiled into porridge, it will be a happy ending.
I have wanted to write this story down for a long time, but have not done so due to various reasons. Now, I am not ready to tell such a long story. Still, I want to get started, otherwise I don't know when I'll have the urge to open the document again.
It's a long but not very long story about the growth of a girl.
She is such a girl, strong, calm and brave, with many beautiful characters that I long for but don't have, and also has cute or hateful shortcomings.