Countless times I picked up the pen and wanted to write something, but then put it down again. There are thousands of words that are difficult to describe. I usually have a lot to say and want to find someone to talk to, but if I really want to say it out, it feels pretentious.
I finally got up the courage and wanted to tell you something about myself, just to light a lamp for myself in the dark night, and give myself the strength to move forward in the wind and rain. It made me feel that at least my battlefield was seen by someone, and I could fight alone, but I also hope to hear the horn of dawn.