While cleaning the room, I accidentally found the diary I wrote when I was in junior high school. I flipped through it and found the story of me and him. In the box placed next to him are sticky notes, pens, school cards, test papers with his name on them, etc. Falling into deep memories, he turned over the old paper page by page until the last page.
Intention: The normal state of life is separation, which should be faced with normalcy