Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
When I was a child, I thought I understood what I saw or heard, but I didn't know that I hadn't really experienced it. How could I know the complicated taste?