When I hear the school bell ringing again, I think this time...
Sometimes I wonder, how can I make up for my regrets before I can come back, or make the same mistakes again? Or will it go with the wind and let time forget it for me?
As a college graduate, I can no longer remember the conversation we had after a self-study evening in 2014. It was very windy outside the classroom. What were you thinking when you were sixteen and saw me when you were twenty? I want to tell you what it means to grow up, but I don't want to change that memory.
Oi, kid, let's not have any regrets this time.
Intention: I know that my life cannot go back to the past, so let me create the world in my writing and complete the regrets of my youth.