I don't know when I like to write about what I'm thinking in my spare time, which is plain and unremarkable, so as to soothe the gloom in my heart, that's all.
I vaguely remember that I didn't have a mobile phone when I was a child, so I bought a beautiful and cute little book, and secretly engraved the name of the girl I once had a crush on the side. Innocent and pure, childlike, true feelings, thick pen and ink writing a relaxed and happy mood, full of love on the hotbed.
Spring goes to autumn, flowers fall and bloom, and gradually, one after another treasures carrying their own spiritual world accompany me. I cherish them with great care and care, and they radiate light, warm and bright no matter what dark place they are. However, happiness is always short-lived, and beautiful things disappear in front of us like a flash in the pan. One summer, I hid them in a corner, and the next spring, they disappeared.
I didn't ask, I guessed the ending, and I was either thrown away or sold. After all, I can't protect what belongs to me, just like when I was a child. A large box of favorite toys bought by yourself: Ultraman, Cell, Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh .........They were all thrown away as useless scrap when they moved. But at that time, I didn't have too much sadness, I thought I had grown up, I was a little man, I couldn't play those childish things anymore, I wanted to be a big man with one hand to cover the sky in the future, so big and big .........