The crazy and passionate years are far away from me, so far away that I can't remember the crazy emotions, and I can't imagine what kind of state it was like. Only in a certain coincidental scene, I recalled, well, this is who I used to be. But the scene was too short, the passion passed suddenly, and I couldn't catch the tail.
Occasionally I think that this is probably a kind of growing up, growing up to the point where I have abandoned passion and heat, and still want to survive in a dog-goat-fly camp.
What I want to write about today is the passionate years that I, a boring and ordinary person, have gone through. It is almost real, but maybe not real, with some boring people's imagination added to it. But deep down, I believe in that truth, that these years prove that I have lived, loved, and said goodbye passionately.
Concept: Unique youth