Until the End of Life

When I look back in the sea of memories, Discover that the distance or nearness of an event is not determined by its oldness or newness. There are too many long-lasting but not too profound events in my life hidden in the depths of my memory, covered with dust. And I alone cannot sweep away the dust. I could only use tools, so this diary, which uses novels as a carrier and is destined to be "modified", was born.