The songs you once didn't like to listen to will one day be listened to for a person; the words you once vowed to say will one day become vectors. Like hedgehogs, we always exaggerate and think that youth should be unbridled and crazy. We have fantasized about a thousand youthful looks, but we can't act out that strong feeling. Until we look back, we are touched by tears and harvested by growth.
Time is still mottled, and when the wine passes through the internal organs, it cannot flow into one place, called the heart. And in the heart, there lives "the time that cannot be returned."
The diary I wrote for seven hundred days finally blurred your figure and found the nourishment for growth.
