We have been accustomed to waiting, and therefore, we cannot escape the fate of being forgotten.
And those things we have been obsessed with, have they been forgotten by us?
History is a flower that blooms and falls. We will only cast a faint smile on her prosperous past.
No one cares about the hardships of growing up.
It's over,
We will only be lightly forgotten by history.
In forgetting and being forgotten.
We are constantly fighting, competing and waiting.
No one told us what this was for.