A story, I am afraid that it will be forgotten in the long years, so I commemorate it.
Commemorate the carefree days when you were young and frivolous, commemorate a wonderful time of wanton flying, commemorate those youth that will never return, commemorate those painful and lonely growth.
I hope that when we really grow up, our youth will not peel off and turn pale and colorless.
We will never be able to remember the throbbing and passionate ideals we once had.
This is just a story, a story about remembrance.
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