You asked me why I didn't look back, because the road I took was too serious, and it would be lonely for everyone if I did it over again.
A group of people in our youth, we in our memory, are working hard with our dreams in mind. Have you witnessed the sadness in my tears, or have you asked stupidly, why do we all have dreams that must be realized? Why do you have to have someone you want to protect until your death? Is it better to just take things as they come? But if you are unwilling to accept it, you will torture yourself. If you are unwilling, you will wander around for the rest of your life.