I'm the Only One on the Playground

A day without a man is the same as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. It's quite cold walking in the wind, but after experiencing the pain, I don't want to leave it at that. It has been such a hard life for a woman. I'm walking at a crossroads, not knowing where to go, and I can't find a place to stay. At the age of thirty, I don't want to be childish. At the age of thirty, I am still looking for the freedom in my heart. Everything was lost in the folding, except the paper on which I felt a little proud. Piecing together on paper, Days of War. My burden-bearing journey, my Rashomon, my eternal sleep. What I love most is myself. I know what kind of myself will be the happiest.