The longer the years go by, the clearer those young memories are in my mind. Those from kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, and high school. The longer they are, the more I miss them.
I often hold the mirror and complain about the fine lines on my face that are getting clearer and clearer. I often envy the ignorant faces that laugh and play unbridled on the street. I often drink cup after cup of coffee alone late at night, but I still can't stop my heart from falling asleep immediately.
The titles have been changing all the time, from the original little sister to the big sister and now the aunt.
When will the world stop? Can we not continue to grow old?