Who hasn't felt dissatisfied with their lot? Suddenly, they longed for freedom. They demanded freedom from life. Would they choose to stand their ground, or be forced to sand down their rough edges? How many hopes did they carry on their shoulders? How much did they expect of themselves? That spring and summer, their youth shot up like bamboo shoots, while beauty slipped through their fingers like sand. Yet they blamed time for moving too slowly. Open your eyes, close your eyes, and everything is as usual. It was a mistake to be so clear-headed. A lifetime is short, let alone a year. Why drag things out and live half-heartedly? When you feel lost, tell yourself firmly: I still remember the dream I had back then.
