A few years later I often think about those years. Desks, blackboards, playgrounds, blue sky and dreams. And of course, you. It's just a pity that my youth has passed by and time has smoothed away my perverse sharpness, my memory, and my commitment. It's just that I haven't been able to let it go. I regretted it several times because I was reckless, naive, suspicious and most importantly, didn't trust you. I said, I will wait for you until you are 25 years old. Today is the first day that I am 26 years old. I regard it as a full stop. From now on, it will be a new life. But I just thought that I almost missed it in those years. Now, maybe it was God's joke?