A long time ago, I just thought about it and wrote about it.
No matter youth, no matter nostalgia
It doesn't matter the years, it doesn't matter the passing years
None, all
It's just that in the age when I was thinking wildly, I added the sentiment of "forcing myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words."
Hence the silent sadness, and the piled-up words
So, here I am
So, I am me
Intention: