When I was 14 years old, I wanted to write about what love looks like, because that was the time when I fantasized about love and experienced the most beautiful and pure time of love. I am 17 this year and I no longer need to use a pen when writing. Now I feel like life is moving too fast. Lying on the bed and closing my eyes, I felt that the experience of being 8 years old was coming to my mind, but when I opened my eyes, I was already 17. I want to close my eyes and think about it again, but I can't remember many details. In the past, time seemed to be fleeting, and one-fifth of life had already passed or even less. So I wrote this book to record some of my current understanding and thoughts. The record of a little girl.
Purpose: life
