This is a memoir written for myself. It is also a process of re-examining 23 years of life based on past experiences. Perhaps it was due to nature, or perhaps something happened that secretly opened the secret door. Everything that happened after that, whether it was labeled as bizarre or frivolous, was indeed a bit deviant from the perspective of today's moral values towards women. But those years that sparkled with the flames of youth, those years of youth that blossomed like fireworks, are my precious past. I never deny it, nor do I intend to flaunt myself. I write down these memories only as a narrator.
Intention: The merging of freedom and love is the fragrance of the soul