This article is dedicated to me as a teenager, the children in my heart, and those who accompany me through the four seasons. The piecemeal records are inspired by my own life, and the article is filled with my subtle moods and thoughts. In short, it is like a diary, compiling the stories around me into words and narrating them, just as a commemoration.
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The pale and feeble words I wrote are just some passing passages like clouds.
Those fragmented thoughts are fleeting and I can only capture a little bit.
I've spent all my money on it, so I have no regrets, that's all.