Here are just some small random thoughts, about youth, about dreams, about sadness, about loneliness, they are flying all over the sky, flying all over the sky before the catkins fall in February.
This is a pure, warm, and lonely story about a thirteen-year-old girl. They are very independent, very fragile, and very sad. If you don't want to read it, then please leave. My words will only be given to people who really understand me.