"Of course I will miss my ordinary but passionate youth."
…
The pen in my hand has stayed there for many summers.
I also thought that the starry sky in my memory would be forever sealed in dust.
But if you want to write, then write.
In the corners where no one cared, there was once a barbaric growth that was wanton and unbridled.
"There is no utopia for young people, and it becomes clear that the heart is far away"
Intention: recall the past and face the future