Library

Those years, those people, those things... They always linger in my heart. Memories are gone again and again; memories are blurred again and again. So many years later, what remains of the past? I think it's just their shadow! The shadow is alive, and it will use its residual warmth to wake up the past you.

Life is like a book, and I need to use a pen to record those extraterrestrial sounds that once shocked me.