Hello, Freshmen!

I often think about what kind of person I am, looking at the clouds, listening to the wind, and there are emotions I don't know hidden in the warm pages of the book... Who are you? I have no idea. The world warms my loneliness with fireworks, and the whales sing in an empty and lonely place, just like you and me on the road, trying to get closer to each other, and then gradually separating. A little bit of effort, a little bit of direction - new life! Hello, freshmen!