We have the same time that is gilded by youth, and we have those eyes that see everything clearly.
The feeling that you don't believe in me but you believe in me.
It is a job that even if you have traveled far away, you can still run to your seventeen-year-old friend with full blood after you grow up.
Even though I haven't spoken for a long time, I still remember that voice.
It's about laughing away the regrets of the past.
It's that sentence, after so long, I still seem to like you.
I haven't really had a relationship, like a lot of real people.
There are no big winds or big waves, it's just the passing years.
I just want to be a person who bravely records that time of chasing dreams.
Granted, we are all still on the road.
So, where does the story begin to remember?
That's really a long, long story.