This diary records my youth. It was accidentally blown open by the wind. When I take a closer look, it turns out to be my long-lasting youth. It has been so long that I can no longer remember many things. It has been so long that I have forgotten the pounding of my heart. It has been so long that I have forgotten the simplicity and childishness of it. Now it seems that it is the youth I miss.
This diary records many, many things. I wrote down my youth, you and those regrets.
Intention: youthful and inspirational