In the world of life, like a traveler, there is always a little bit of regret because there is no time to say goodbye. There is always a trace of emotion because of the miss when I was young. I have not received a letter from others for a long time. It is the kind of letter that I write after tidying up my desk, preparing paper and pen, and putting my mood in order. I use letters to paint the past sun and the days of waiting for carriages and horses. It is so long, but you will come, I know
Intention: