At the age of 16, we met; at the age of 18, we separated. In high school, that period of youthful youth, I would like to thank everyone who has been here. If one day, I will finally blur that memory, then I will open my diary and recall the simple and silly sad and happy stories that I have recorded.
The high school in my diary is thrilling and subtle, silly and rebellious, as well as enlightening and growing. There is not too much complexity and ups and downs, it is just simple, beautiful, and slightly sad.