Using ten years to summarize a generation is a bit narrow.
In the late 1980s, I lived in the gap between the changing times. I liked to look at the decadence of those born in the 1980s with an optimistic attitude, and I also liked to pretend to have an elegant life in front of those born in the 1990s. This article begins with the male protagonist's itchy lovelorn experience, and tells the story of a group of people born in their late 1980s who have just graduated a few years ago and gradually become more familiar with each other. After their stubborn pursuit of youth left them with many failures, they slowly grew into what they should be at their age. Therefore, I decided to write a very long poem about their story. This poem is not very sad...