When I read the unfinished ariticles I wrote and uploaded a few years ago, I feel like myself have gotten a bit older, or should I say finally I grew.

I felt like myself a fool when it said I left my home for a trip as if I was in the age of rebellion, bragging about my youth, made my strip a romantic one. Oh, I don’t do that anymore in my age now.

Then, after a few years, I became a woman who I thought she was a little bit too strict when I met her in Japanese temple.

How time flies.