The first time I took up writing was because I wanted to pay homage to my youth. This is my youth, just adapted and polished by literature, but I believe there will always be someone who will find his own shadow in my words.
Who still remembers whose face the ray of sunshine shone on; who still remembers whose desk the moonlight shone on. As we grow up, we say hello more and goodbye more often. We learn to flatter people we don't like, but we never learn to forget. Forget first love, forget friends, forget youth. What I can't forget is the days when I don't know what year it was but I clearly remember what grade I was in. Beautiful but ignorant, yet beautiful because of ignorance...