A hundred years of relay, three generations of calamity.
In the long years, a hundred years of competition, a hundred years of ups and downs, a hundred years of loneliness, a hundred years of vicissitudes, just for the peace and small happiness that will be within reach a hundred years later.
But.
Even if I finally get to the end, I don't know if I still have the original dream and excitement.
In the end, I had no choice but to feel regretful, and the past was just like a dream.