During those three years, I was young and ignorant. I never knew what the future would be. I only knew that happiness always comes so simply and is so easy to satisfy.
In the next three years, I was confused, everything in the world seemed to begin to understand, and it seemed that my life had a purpose.
In the next three years, youth is fearless, resistant, and struggling. The beginning of youth is always so wonderful, the heart is throbbing, and the frivolity of youth always starts so naturally, but ends so bitterly.
After three years of chasing dreams, the busyness begins. The dream is not far away on the other side. However, only these three years of hard work can reach the ideal other side. However, the process is painful.
In the last three years, I indulged in life and no longer had the constraints of the past. The string of the kite broke and the place where it flew lost control. The flowers of life began to bloom. No matter how they bloomed, they were all flowers of freedom.
There will be no three years in the next three years. Everything will eventually end. The cycle of three years is not an infinite loop of decimals. It is
There is a final result, and the result is the square root of those three years under that number. The end of three years is the beginning of life. Although there are no more three years, every three years is so worth remembering.