This story is about salmon, which is salmon.
They are born in the river, go down the river to make their home in the sea, and when they are mature, they go upstream and return to their hometown. To lay their eggs, they swim thousands of miles, passing waterfalls and obstacles, so by the end they are exhausted beyond recognition. They can go from being so beautiful in photos to being ugly and scary.
And what we still remember and love may still be the little salmon from back then. Even if we meet again after a long time, I am already exhausted. When I see the little salmon in my memory has changed so much, I will feel even sadder. How can I still have the strength to fall in love with him who has changed? Besides, wouldn't it be possible to encounter other fish while swimming? If you encounter it, maybe you won't travel? I can only regret that I missed it time and time again due to various reasons.
He's a good, good fish, I've always known that. So there will be no regrets, because what people in love do together is not wrong. But, how wonderful it would be if we could always travel together as companions, watch each other grow up, and support each other! But as soon as they swam toward the sea, they stopped being together!
No matter how sincere the oath of each other is, it will come to naught under various pressures. What's more, it was just the desperate efforts of a weak and weak salmon.
I thought, this is not a good story.