Not all stories have perfect endings like fairy tales.
Those imperfect endings hide a pain.
We always feel that falling out of love is a big deal, but when we experience it ourselves, we find it extremely painful.
I am lovelorn, and I suddenly want to know what happens to others when they are lovelorn, and whether I am the only one suffering.
I am like a traveler, collecting the scenery on the road.
This may be a boring story, but I stubbornly want to write it down. Maybe for me in the future, this will be a black history that is extremely dark.
It was only after I wrote it that the stories began to make sense.
Intent: Each of us can face life bravely