To you who are gentle:
I think this letter may never reach you. Maybe it will be put in the drawer by me and covered with dust together with the postcard. It will be torn into pieces and thrown into the trash can to become worthless. Thank you for inspiring my youth and lighting up my dull and boring life.
It is now July 28, 2019. I secretly wrote this letter for you on my desk that will never be sent...
To our youth stirred by fate, to you who come to me with tenderness and light, to this little world of mine
Intention: To this memory that I don't cherish