Formerly known as "Years Bookmark"
How many times can we make mistakes in our life?
I often ask myself this, and I often wake up crying in my dreams.
At 15 years old, we are still young, so we can be young and unscrupulous.
When everything ages quietly in time, we also grow up.
Standing at this end of time, we begin to look back at our pure youth alone.
I miss the classroom that year, I miss the days of riding bicycles, and I miss everything I can miss.
It turns out that so many years have passed...
And that goodbye to the young man was never uttered.