I have been thinking about what I want to leave behind for my four years of college.
Until I heard this song, I suddenly realized that every ending seemed to happen in summer.
That university, which is more than 800 kilometers away from home, is my rice vat and my prison.
I was in that place that was incompatible with me, and pain and joy coexisted.
Late 2008.
I hear more and more people saying that they bought this and that as a gift for themselves, as a reward for a hard year, and they will work harder for their studies and career next year. When I asked myself what I wanted, nothing came to mind.
Then I heard it again. In the autumn when the fallen leaves are falling, what cannot be taken away is the summer pain. What cannot be seen through is always the truth... The people in the past, the things in the past, scene by scene...
So I knew the gift I wanted to give myself.
After writing these personal things, I went home without hesitation.
I will never go back, nor will I give myself any chance to go back.
All people and everything will be put into boxes, and there will never be a day when they can be reopened.
Yes, this is the gift I want to give myself.