At the crossroads of life, I kept making choices, and kept saying: "Don't regret, be responsible for your own choices." But my heart was filled with tears and I couldn't help but recall the past, and I kept looking for the time in my memory. But when I finally arrived, I found that memory had beautified all the past.
Constantly making wrong choices, being deceived again and again, everything is like a tight cage in which I can't break free, and I am stuck in the darkness and can't tell the direction.
Concept: Growing pains