A cliche coming-of-age story. 20-30 Years old, grow up again
Recklessness may be the most sincere desire in the heart
The persistence you once had may become a fading memory
Finally thousands of sails passed. Everything has been mixed into the blood
I've reached the age I've been waiting for
I still have endless possibilities
If life only happens once
I want to complete my project
But only history can judge
So I followed my intuition
Because youth is
Things about growing up freely at that age
Intention: Just move forward