I would like to write this article to commemorate those days that cannot be returned.
The clouds in my hometown are sometimes elegant and sometimes gloomy.
People in my hometown are sometimes unrestrained and sometimes naughty.
No matter what, it is the past and an existence that cannot be erased.
Concept: In the changing times of the village, there is always some pain that cannot be let go. But, you have to move on, right?