This notebook is my diary. Did you see it? It has my name written on it.
I can only leave some scribbles in this notebook before I die (more likely to die from exhaustion).
I dare not say with certainty how much meaning these words can have. Maybe there will be more complaints than sour and enlightening thoughts.
By the way, writing down life reflections in a diary is so weird.
Concept: Xu Tianlong's Diary