When life reaches youth.
I really don't want to go any further.
How much we missed.
This charm and purity
But you can't.
Ahead is the cry of seagulls.
Behind him are surging steps.
And years that cannot be repeated.
Time is so heartless
Youth is destined to say goodbye to us.
Time can be intentional.
After all, it gives us
Brilliant youth and fiery blood
We are interested in time.
What should I say?
Especially disgusted.
Thank you anyway.