This is my home, the home where I have lived for several years, the home where I have beautiful memories, the home where I have gone through a fiery youth, the home where I want to go back but cannot.
Behind this indifferent smile, there is an incomplete heart.
A heart damaged by being forced to leave;
A heart damaged by guilt and compassion;
A heart damaged by fear of loss;
A heart that is damaged by longing for something.
Although people have left, my heart still remains here after all.
Dreams must be continued by our hands.
Let the fire of youth never burn out!
Conception: