At an age when we seem to be well-fed and have nothing to worry about, we have the noise and decadence that adults disdain, as well as the love that is about to overflow. No one has affirmed our thoughts, just as they cannot believe that a noisy group can produce real troubles and true love. Because we don't understand. . . What kind of love counts as love, and what kind of pain counts as pain? But it cannot be denied that our face full of gray and blue light has always been trying to prove it with a determined and confused expression.
Conception: