I don't know how to describe this story. After all, it happened a long, long time ago. Maybe I don't remember it clearly. It's better to call it a story than a diary. As for whether it's a long or short story, it depends on whether anyone can read it and give me spiritual "empathy".
—Tenth year
2020.3.26
Preface 1.
"Young people don't know what it feels like to be sad, so they forcefully talk about it in order to compose new words." The more youthful and ignorant we are, the more we feel that life is boring, which actually seems like leisure at the moment. Therefore, for a teenage child, "exploration" becomes particularly important, but for the little girl at that time, the hotter and dazzling the summer sun was, the more it aroused the unstoppable throbbing in her heart. What's more, for those children in the small town who have never "outed", those transfer students have become a dazzling presence. It seems that as long as you get a little closer to them, you can become one of them and become a unique person. Thinking about it now, maybe it was just because I was too inferior and too strong, wanting to prove that I was different.
Concept: In every lonely time, there are countless you and me