In a person's life, he will experience many farewells, and each farewell is accompanied by pain. This pain is what we call growth.
After growing up, I discovered that people who fall in love with words are unhappy, or in other words, they are extremely lonely deep in their souls.
I would like to write this article to commemorate that period of youth that has passed away.
To commemorate the passers-by, all the people who have hurt me, and those who have been hurt by me.
Intention: The most regrettable thing is the unbearable past, even the memories have turned into sores!