Not being good at expressing personal emotions, and not being good at conveying love or happiness. Thus, on more days, silence was chosen when it came to making a decision to write. The loneliness between the lines has a kind of purity that blooms towards the sun, metaphorically signifying the inner desire for stability. But life forces one to choose drifting without autonomy, and to be far away from home. One has to get used to food that doesn't taste right, has to adapt to living with many people in dormitory-like conditions, and must become accustomed to the dryness and strong winds in the north. Everything seems like it needs to be gotten used to, yet all of this feels oddly natural.