"The warm summer is no longer in my memory, and the chirping of cicadas also sleeps in that winter."
When I was young, I still didn't know what regrets were. It was the pinball machine that I didn't hit, the school bus that I didn't catch when I got up early, the child who was caught in the rain on the steps and no one picked him up, and the dark alley with no street lights and barking dogs.
Suddenly, in the green years, those footprints were buried in the gravel road and appeared mottled and difficult to walk. They appeared in the moonlight and were covered up by the years.
Purpose: Express yourself bravely