Suddenly I want to recall my life, maybe because when I was eighteen, my wish was to wander when I grew up, and when I was determined to live to be thirty, I felt that my life was meaningless and I committed suicide. This is written for myself. But it has a bit of a literal plot, and I hope it will be seen by others one day. Life is hard, but you are sweet. I hope everyone lives well.
Intention: The beauty of life's trivial details