This diary recorded my youth. One day, the wind happened to flip it open. Looking closely, I realized it was the distant past of my youth, so long ago that I could no longer remember much, so long ago that I had forgotten the flutter of my heart back then, so long ago that I had forgotten how innocent and childish I once was. Looking back now, I find myself missing those youthful days.
This diary records so many things. I wrote my youth, you, and all those regrets into it.
Theme: Youth, inspiration
