The King Returns

 　　Because my phone was formatted, "Sun and Moon Golden Morning" disappeared for almost a month. After tireless efforts, it has finally returned today! So much has happened in this past month, and now I find myself at a loss for words to express it…

　　I've always been a sentimental person, and perhaps as I've entered middle age, I've become increasingly aware of how quickly time flies. If I can't record every little detail, everything seems so pale and powerless in retrospect!

　　By the way, to recover this account, I created a new one, renamed "Golden Morning Sun and Moon." I was thinking of deleting the old one after recovering it, but I felt so reluctant. So I must thank "Text Station." Since it appeared in my life, I, who used to love playing games, now seem to have fallen in love with writing. It seems there's nothing that words can't describe!

　　"Sun and Moon Golden Morning" is my main account, and "Golden Morning Sun and Moon" is my alternate account—both are mine… I hope everyone will support me. I'll still write whatever comes to mind in the future, and I welcome your criticism and suggestions! Thank you all…

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