I always thought that I would not live to be eighteen... Anyway, becoming an adult would not be good at all. You can no longer stay in bed, play with your favorite toys openly, and you can't shirk responsibility for things you don't like. The most important thing is that you can no longer have an innocent smile; because adults, it is really dirty... What is youth? Is it the time to express yourself as much as you want? Or enjoy an innocent amusement park...? No matter what, if I can, I hope to continue like this forever, never grow up, and stay at my seventeen years old forever... When did I start to like him? I can't remember. I only know that every time I see him, my heartbeat always speeds up inexplicably, as if there is a boiling blood flowing through my body... I like this feeling, I like this sense of uncertainty of being so close and yet so far away... Because I know that no matter how lonely or sad I am, there is still someone in this world that I can care about, and my thoughts are closely tied to him...