Library

Come to think of it, for many years, people always like to recall those old memories. When I think of them, I always want to find someone to chat with, and then I curse myself for being hypocritical. Those people from those years and their stories left me one after another. The moment I recall each story, it seems like... A dream. Sometimes I always want to laugh at myself for being too pretentious. I admit that I am very coquettish and always like to recall the stories of those years alone at night. However, the scenes of those years never appear in my dreams. Some stories end and some stories begin...