This article is written for myself, and I don't know if I can finish it. I just want to fulfill a small wish of mine and fulfill a dream that cannot be fulfilled in reality.
There are two parts, one is about the people I like, and the other is about the beautiful people and things I have met, so it is almost a running account, but the feeling of recalling the past while typing is still very warm.
(My own experience is the basis + my imagination is the main body = this article is entirely fictional)