When I was young, I would stand on the rooftop after dinner, enjoyed the wind, or walk around, building stories in my mind until the sun set. Afterwards, I returned downstairs, to the small room we rented, and to other things in life.
Later on, many things happened. we moved in. I graduated from high school, went to another place to attend university. After graduating from university, entering society became an unavoidable issue, but I still seem to have no clear answer.
Perhaps it's when you're at a loss, it's the easiest time to start worrying. Worried about saying the wrong thing, worried about losing my friend, worried about not doing well enough, worried that maybe I shouldn't worry, worried about whether the future will be the same as today, or even worse? Finally, I went to the hospital to see a doctor and returned home to rest.
Just a few days ago, I thought maybe I could draw something, and then I recalled this scene, and finally I drew this painting.