I am the most ordinary speck of dust among all living beings, but I always imagine that my experience is extraordinary. I want to use poor words to record my worthless past in my lifetime, so that I can receive "tens of thousands" of tourists who will either sympathize with me, express my feelings, or even look away.
I think I should have many unique experiences worth "singing". The first half of my life was so wonderful, sad, and ridiculous.
I thought, the above thoughts are so ignorant and ridiculous, after all, I am so ordinary, ordinary and not worth mentioning.
Then, I thought, just write a few strokes at random. No matter how ordinary it is, I can't save the memory that disappeared at that time...
Intention: Memories