Everyone has buried a period of their own youth and frivolity.
What have you ever received? What have you lost?
Maybe you, my dear, can relate to this.
We grow in the love of others, and we grow in our own bitterness.
Time is such a wonderful thing, it seems to change us,
But it seems that he never took anything away.
Regarding our memory, it belongs only to us.
Dear you, can you understand?
I would like to dedicate this article to our pure white years.