May I recall the past appropriately? For nothing else, just for the past youth and the flying years. In the confused days of youth, in the exciting days of years, slowly become the present me. It’s not about metamorphosis. Just change. Complex up, feel that it was simple at the beginning. Everything is so orderly that you don’t have to worry about it. Life, let fly. But why always let oneself fall, suffer losses. The unavoidable attitude is that the contented are always happy.