About growth, about joy, about hope
About youth
What power makes us choose to grow up without hesitation?
What is the power that makes us never look back without hesitation?
It's grief, it's sadness, it's blood
Who abandoned their youth?
Who gave up on simple desire
It's regret, it's miss, it's miss
About aging, about tears, about despair
About Decline
In my youth, I took a slow train and traveled happily
Does it know that no matter how long the journey is, it will eventually end?