Each article does not have many detailed stories or fancy words.
But every article is sad yet healing, lonely yet emotional.
Every flavor of life turns into grains, which taste in the mouth but intoxicate the heart.
I'm showing it to you but also to myself. The writing style is very immature, but every emotion I write down is my lost mood.
Why don't you wait with me to settle yourself and grow with me? I will write down my life abstractly every week.
Intention: I want to write about myself and see if there is anyone who can accompany me.