When I was 15 years old, I met a person. I still remember him wearing a long military green trench coat, a white shirt, and black trousers, playing the guitar with his head turned sideways. 18 Years old, thousands of miles apart, parting and reuniting. I got sick at the age of 19, and completely let go at the age of 20. 21 Years old records all this. Thank you for meeting and falling in love with each other. Whenever I think of you again, it feels like I am back in that dark world. When you come, the light follows.
Purpose: Always believe that existence is reasonable