952.7 Kilometers

[Written by Jing Yi]

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"What does snow become when it melts?"

"Spring, I suppose."

Natsuki Takaya

Every flower and tree tells a story; every gesture and movement reveals a thought.

952.7 is the distance between me and meeting you,

the distance between me and meeting you again,

the distance between me and meeting my youth.

Here I record my rants about the company, irrational fans, and more.

Here I record my thoughts on certain events.

Here I record the little moments I shared with those boys.

Theme: Work hard and go to a grand gathering that may yet come to pass.