December, one year.
365 Days may be long or short in a person's entire life.
Some little things, some scenes, some characters.
Just to survive, you can still get the happiness you deserve.
Duras once said: At the age of eighteen, we are already old.
So, have we been old for a long time, but we are still living tenaciously?
Dark clouds hold up the sky
wandering at night
The starlight you see
Just deep in the city
A little sad
Wandering, wandering.