The rain outside the window hit the sight unscrupulously, making this originally dim town fall into a blur. I took a few deep breaths at random, as if breathing in harmony with the world. I know that if memories are just a kind of dream that can no longer be grasped, I can only tap the keyboard to record all the unreal memories. No one is willing to admit those exhausted struggles, those scenes that do not follow one's own wishes, those past that have long since disappeared but are hidden in my heart, leaving only a few lines of pale words to prove that I have been in this world. I haven't been able to understand this world, so I'm in a state of uncertainty, so there's nothing I can do about it.