Too much, too much... Too much happiness, too many tears, too many oaths of friendship, too many hardships.
Young, rebellious, confused, yearning for freedom, and afraid of missing out.
I experienced one fork in the road after another in chaos, making choices without thinking.
I don't think I've ever seen it clearly.
Do you regret it? No.
They call me a pool of trouble!
Disasters are like disasters.
If there is an afterlife, I hope we will not make promises or make wishes.
You are not allowed to pass by in groups and you are not allowed to meet me.
This is my last act of willfulness.
Don't be angry, promise me.