When I was young, I had many longings about who I would become when I grew up, what kind of passionate love I would experience, and what kind of work I would do. In short, it would be wonderful to have an unknown future and escape from the current sea of suffering. In the midsummer season, I could immerse myself in reading, but I could also steal a little leisure. However, in his thirties, when the longed-for future became a reality, it seemed that he had not been able to achieve his wish. There was no vigorous love, and his work was mediocre. His life was so dull, and he felt sad for a while.
Intention: Memories