I would like to dedicate this document to all those who have had dreams and those who currently have dreams.
When I was young, I always thought that my power was unlimited and that as long as I worked hard, I could achieve anything. Slowly I discovered that life is more helpless and love is more dull. Only after you have loved and been hurt can you know what it means to cherish and possess.
Maybe, it's good to be young, because when you are young, you can love hard, cry painfully, and smile silly. However, everything will eventually become a thing of the past. In whose body will we see the shadow of ourselves again?