Just a story
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong.
I originally wanted to write a story about the Fourth Natural Disaster players invading another world and the local indigenous people resisting.
To be honest, to be honest, in my heart, there is a story in my mind. It is a story of great turbulence, war and iron horses, and magic.
It's really outrageous
Those flashes of inspiration that are hard to capture in your mind.
It's really inspiring.
I really want to describe that magnificent different world.
Then I found out I was wrong.
I deliberately overestimated myself.
My current writing style is simply not worthy of the ideas in my mind.
This is a really sad story.
Just like no poet is willing to admit that he has no talent.
I'm really sorry about this, so sorry.
I know that no one except me can see what I said.
After all, I only have one collection.
Still myself.
... I wouldn't recommend it to you either.
It's just a few words, and it's not pretty.
But I am But I am...
It's hard to calm down
I think maybe I really don't have that talent.
But I want to write again in a few years.
Or maybe not anymore.
But I believe I still have to rely on myself.
I think I should still be able to struggle a little longer.
Forget it~
Bye bye bye.
Love you.
Author's confession
Intention: Love yourself, please love this world and I love you, my dream