July ten years ago was as clean as a piece of white paper.
Until those she should encounter and those she shouldn't encounter.
While sitting and watching the clouds rise, there was lots of conversation and laughter.
I can see the white hair under the lamp, but I still regret not raising my eyebrows.
Use this story to commemorate ten years of youth. There are no gorgeous words or profound ideas, it is just a record of a period of time, a novel, nothing more. It will be relatively dull at first, but will become more and more exciting later on. I will work hard to fill in the gaps, and you are welcome to give me a try!