There was a time when I was full of hope and looked forward to the future, but now I haven't heard anyone say that I am outstanding for a long time. Do people only accept themselves as ordinary after they grow up? Growing pains didn't temper me, they killed me. I buried the body at that time. Sometimes I remember myself and the people who can't accompany me on this journey. I am very relieved that they turned into butterflies and flew to places where I can't fly.
Concept: adolescence, growth, separation, friendship, love