I wrote a very long story, even a little boring, because I am indeed a very ordinary girl, and I do not have an amazing youth. Perhaps, when memories are engraved on paper, some may never be remembered again. I started writing and wrote down everything I wanted to say. The fingertips are constantly tapping the keyboard, and many words are about to come out. As I was writing it, I was thinking that this might not be my story alone, but might be the story of many girls. We are liked by others and we like others. The memories are mixed with too many emotions, but when I repeat those past events, I can actually smile and get over them easily. Maybe I have some experience and feel more and more that young people are not only incompetent but also ignorant. Later, when I went to college and shared our experiences with my best roommate, both of us laughed. Laughing and laughing, I actually cried. I don't know why, maybe it's been a long time since I've expressed my feelings so heartily. Girls are so weird. Finally, I mustered up the courage to say goodbye to too much of my past. This time, I didn't feel reluctant to leave. Of course, the story continues...
Intention: As long as you look back at me, I will run to you regardless of my own safety. I spent my entire youth following you, and later I got used to being alone.