I just suddenly wanted to write something.
When I was falling asleep in a certain class, I held my chin and looked at the golden sunlight on the window sill, speechless.
There are some words and a feeling that suddenly grabs me.
If you don't write them down and let them slip away, you always feel that you will never find them again.
Maybe I borrowed some settings and plots from my reality.
But this is still just a fictional story.
Every sentence in it is more likely to be made up by me.
A fantasy.
This is just a story of two people.
The world I built.
Only two people will appear from beginning to end.
This story only belongs to the two people in it, and even I, as the author, cannot own it.
Joy, anger, sorrow, love and hate.
It's all just theirs.
You can judge, but you can't affect their lives.
And our lives have to be lived by ourselves.
Remember to forget.
Also known as: For the memory of forgetfulness
Intention: Love should not be humble