About the growth and pain of youth.
The other person's face finally becomes blurry after a certain age, and those things that once made you come back to life are like sleeping fairy tales in the old days that don't need to be mentioned. Occasionally, when you think of that child, the involuntary throbbing in your heart doesn't seem so difficult to accept. Ifs do not exist in this world, and there will be no room for them.
Thank you for accompanying me every step of the way.