In the past, I only thought that the trivial things in life were in the past. Now I feel that no matter how small things are, they still have the meaning of being recorded.
To fulfill some of the little dreams I had when I was a child, I just had to move my fingers. At that time, there were many little fantasies that were ordered to stop before they started, or conceiving plots, or starting to come up with names at a young age, or ending the life of a written character in a few strokes. At that time, they were all written in the not-so-good-looking book that was used to summarize the teacher's award at the end of the semester. The writing that stopped suddenly required me to continue writing. In this case, I picked up the pen and wrote a good ending for that kid who didn't understand anything.
Purpose: I want everyone to know that not everything should be forgotten.