Remember. It is like snowflakes that cannot be retained at the equator, and also like fine sand that cannot be melted in my eyes. It hangs quietly on the tip of my hair, following the wind and the moon, telling the mottled days of the past. I live for more than ten years, but I hope to record the decades. Everyone who has been with me during my time. Maybe I'm not included in their stories. But in my story. Them. But it has become everything. ***************************************This is a mixed bag. There are things I want to say to some people, and there are small opinions I have on certain things. There are poems I wrote impromptuly, and there are my thoughts and feelings. There are my wild fantasies, and there are fairy tales where I have changed the plot. This is a complicated story with some truth and some lies, you just have to choose to believe which part you want to believe. Let's just treat it as a half-hearted novel. After all what if. What if. I'm alive. Then it won't end. *************************************** Also, I want to say something to everyone who comes here looking for their own stories. If you see the shadow of yourself or someone else. Shh... Don't say it. Because maybe this is the precious little tacit understanding between you and me. ***************************************Finally, I'm updating as quickly as possible, and I hope you can give me some advice.