When I was young.
It doesn't matter whether you like it or not.
Only curiosity
Think of everything.
Hold in the hand
Even that meadow.
You can't take it away from me
When I grow up
I like it too much.
There are too many constraints.
therefore
The same reduction
Shrink one by one
so that
finally
fond
only
oneself
Expansion: This poem has grown from childhood to maturity, and under the transition of time, life is growing. Love changed from ignorance to self. It is a kind of sadness, and it is also the last time many people wake up. From beginning to end, I only love myself!