First Time in Human World

We will always let go of the past, maybe tomorrow, maybe in the future, but it will never be the past when the story begins. In the past, the days were long, there were endless watermelons, finger-sucking spicy sticks, lemon-flavored sodas that made you burp after one sip, and paper airplanes flying all over the sky under the sunset. We were so stupid and naive at that time, and the future seemed distant and shapeless. Of course, these were all stories from the past after I returned to my home. (Suffering is the foreshadowing of flowers blooming, winter always prefaces spring - pick)