Do you still remember the me who cried with my back to you in the wilderness where the grass grew and the orioles flew? Are you no longer the ignorant boy in your memory? Have you also become strong and learned to grow? Have you started a new life and have a new life?
This kind of you, sleeping in the memory, is no longer the same as before. However, I still think of you from time to time and think of you in the past. When the torrent of time makes memories fade away, when life makes life complicated, I still think of you and that persistent self.
Youth is a gentle yet crazy summer, and everyone must learn to grow amidst the noisy cicadas. When those dangerous years leave traces on our faces, when regrets and regrets leave their mark on our lives, when we each run towards our own destiny and disappear into the sea of people, I know that we have bid farewell to our former selves, and I know that we will start a more exciting life. On the other side of youth, midsummer will become more exciting day by day.
I know that not every story has an ending, and I know that not every relationship has a winner or loser. When we start to become worldly, when we start to care about gains and losses, I am still grateful to you. Thank you for giving me an unforgettable memory in those lush years of grass and grass, and letting me see another version of myself.