Memories are a silent catastrophe.
I still remember my innocence when I first entered school four years ago. I also had a dream. I wanted to be a lawyer who punishes rape and eliminates evil and upholds justice. But the most powerful thing in the world is dreams.
For me, college is a time about you. I like to quietly recall my college days, not because of the library with the aroma of mocha coffee, but because there is you in the library staring at me drinking coffee.
My dearest quiet and indifferent, I will tell you all my secrets during my college days.
Conception: