Beginning: I looked through the days and nights, walking through the past, and remembered that I felt warm when I picked up the pen and put it down. At that time, I felt that this was the gentleness of the pen, but now I understand that it was my youth.
Ending: I started writing about my youth, but the ink was faded, and I couldn't write about the promising future, nor the debauchery. So all my life, I traveled to the mountains and seas, soaked in the maple leaves in the forest, and the salty sea.
Intention: pure love