I'll travel through mountains and rivers with you until the road ends and becomes a wasteland, and there is no future.
That summer has become distant in my memory.
Memories are covered in dust, the air condenses, the warmth stops, you are in a dream;
After walking for hundreds of miles, the scenery is different and the pride continues. I am in the future.
The beginning of human sorrow is nothing more than the awareness of distance.
When we start to care about the reactions of those around us, the opinions of others, greet us with a smile, be patient and kind, keep calm, and be tactful and philistine, there will always be a moment, occasionally, or even more often, when we feel sad because we cannot live straight to our hearts, bravely and ourselves. This is the reality we have to face. There is no way to escape. The wider world is a heavier shackles. The palm-sized campus is much cuter in comparison.
Adults say this is called maturity, but I just feel that I may not be good, but what I don't have to regret is youth. Youth feels wasted no matter how you live it, so why can't you live it without regrets?
So I want to record such a period about the years of high school, the good and bad, the brave and not brave, the ordinary and the extraordinary, us.
I would like to send this to all you who are young and miss your youth.