High school and youth, depression and redemption, there are things I have experienced, and there are things I fantasize about, but they are all woven into a not-so-fluent poem, tell it to yourself, of course, if you want to listen too, come on, no problem.
Because I wrote the opening chapter a long time ago, my mood has changed a lot. Maybe this is the sequelae of my senior year in high school? To be honest, I don't know how to continue, but I actually want to encourage myself to write this article (it doesn't seem to be very long), so don't be fooled!
Concept: High school and youth, depression and redemption, there are things I have experienced, there are things I fantasize about having, but they are all woven into a not so smooth poem, tell it to yourself, of course, if you also want to listen, come on, no problem.