A bewildering era, a confused youth, the years of finding oneself... Time sweeps away every trace left behind as it passes. It's a pity that the things that happened in the past and the things happening now are always the ones we want to forget, yet we're powerless to do so. Perhaps, since we cannot forget, we should remember them well, deeply, and fiercely, engraving them into the rings of a young man's life as an epitaph for his youth.
Who are you?
Who do you want me to be?
I want you to be yourself!
I think I've fallen in love with you!
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