Ten years ago, the bond of tennis and the promotion of friendship became memories between them. The waiting that exceeded the promise time and time again became the hurt between them. They always thought that they had always missed the best years. In those years, the youth was gray, the innocence was old, the voice was lazy, the youth was thinned, the time was quiet, and the soul was hurt. The past had existed forever and could not be changed. At that moment, when I looked back, I realized that, in fact, we had always been with each other.