I have always felt that my life should be a story, and what kind of story it is is no longer important to me as time goes by. The important thing is that I never want it to be a blank piece of paper, a piece of waste paper that has been marked and erased with the same symbols in countless strokes. It is extremely old, dry and has no trace. So I kept struggling to try. Until I met you, I began to realize that my old and empty piece of paper, perhaps destined to be old and empty, had met its natural enemy.