My own secret diary and personal memoirs, reflecting on my slightly niche youth while studying abroad.
"She fills her soul with prosperity, grandeur, and uproar.
She is moss, silent until the greenery overflows into midsummer flowers."
-June-
Zhan Tai always felt that she was just an inconspicuous moss on a damp street corner, dim and pale. Until someone said that she was not an ordinary, plain girl. She said: "No, you are bright, lively and brilliant."
She thought that was what she was praying for, the bright moon above the treetops.
Until she embraced the moon in a brief dream.
Just sixteen days of midsummer passed by in a flash, and suddenly Zhan Tai realized that the moon she loved was just a rotting orange hanging on a branch.
"It's just a rotten and bitter first love."
Intention: grow up, live, love yourself
