When we were young, we always thought about what is at the end of the mountain, but at a certain moment when we grow up, we suddenly realize that what is at the end of the mountain is actually no longer important.
What I want to write is a kind story. It can be regarded as an essay, it can be a person's aimless thoughts for a moment, or it can be a work that I have no direction for the direction of the story when I write it.
It is the first story I wrote. I wanted to write about a very ordinary person who once wanted to cross that mountain, but maybe he would find out after a long time that the end of the mountain is still a mountain.
I hope this is a warm story, I hope the flow of emotions between people is moving, I hope it is plain yet powerful.
Thank you to everyone who reads.
Although it will be very slow, I will insist on finishing this story.
Intention: live a good life.