I pick up a pen and write a diary,
Use this instead of memories.
Like floating clouds wandering around,
I put my thoughts into the small details.
So here comes the idea of loving life.
Romance is hidden in the sea of stars I love,
I miss the words written with the faint scent of ink,
Poems and distant places are put into drift bottles and thrown into the waves,
Stay in fragmented romance for the rest of my life,
This is the life I want most
But it cannot be achieved.
Purpose: Girls should be confident and not dwell on the past
