I want to write a story like that, simple and ordinary, without thrilling adventures or soul-stirring legends, but it may have appeared in your diary and make you feel familiar and familiar, and make you smile knowingly.
Those memories that I miss may have been embarrassing or aggrieved, but I will still miss them. When I was young and naive, I was not smart enough or mature enough, but my fearless self was unique and unique. I know that from now on, no matter how calmly I stand up again where I fell, it will be difficult to pick up the energy and courage I had before. Those friends who cannot be easily defined gradually become scattered across the world as time goes by. I think it will be difficult for me to regain the frivolity of my youth, and it will also be difficult for me to find friends as innocent as my youth. Thank you for the pure and transparent warmth you gave me, and thank you for making my memories of my youth so touching.
Therefore, I will record them carefully and seal them in the amber of time.
Picking up a childish pen, my only embellishment is my intention. I would like to dedicate this story to you who feel the same way.