Everyone has their youth, the pain that we don't want to lose, and the people we love deeply. As we grow older, we lose the rebellion of our youth. Is there a voice that remains in our hearts, shining through the cracks of reincarnation and the sunshine of the depths of the years, making us sometimes feel warm and sometimes painful to the point of convulsions? We can't go back, so let's burn a pile of paper money for our young selves, and say good night to our shadows in the depths of the years amid the flying ashes.