This is a girl's expectation for love when she is at her purest. Ten years have passed, and the girl I once was has become a wife. Looking back at the expectations I had, what else can I say besides being sad?
I once had colorful dreams, but now they have all come to nothing.
Writing used to be the most precious part of me. Seeing that shoddy things are gradually becoming mainstream, I hope that the shadow of the old time in this old article of mine that has not been made public can lead to a new journey for me.
I don't expect that a tiny stone in the sea will make waves, I just expect to meet the girl who wants to shine again, and hope that she won't be too disappointed.
Intention: to regain exquisite stories and beautiful article style. Missing it is a more beautiful eternity, because she will be far away from the trivialities and losses.