What does it look like for a person to suddenly grow up?

It's you who find that he suddenly starts to care about everything, and then he seems to care about nothing. It's you who feel as if he's changed, but nothing has changed.

We have a vision to grow in the silent years, we strive to change, and we strive to remain the same.

You will meet a lot of people on the way.

We meet, we separate, we meet, we meet, we meet. We went our separate ways, to a certain place.

How little can we grasp, but what do we really have? What do we get?

I don't understand. I don't understand either.

Why do we grow up?

What did we grow up for?

And how can we grow up?

The years are too long, and I can't see the end in sight. The years are too short for me to catch my tail.

I tried to run away, but I was forced back by my parents' tears. I tried to turn back, but I was left behind by my companions. I want to stop.

I lowered my head and looked at my chest, where something was beating.

There was a voice telling me: You have to rush!

What is it? Why should I rush? Why am I hearing? Who's shouting?

He roared with exhaustion, as if he was going to tell me something. Unfortunately, the surroundings are noisy and chaotic, and I can't tell clearly. At this time, someone grabbed me and said that he would teach me to fall.

He said: It's so tiring, it's meaningless, you can't see the end.

Holding my hand, I was taken away by him.

Suddenly there was a flash of light in the sky, and a flash of lightning blew through.

Ah, I remember.

It turned out to be me!

I'm shouting for myself.

What day did it start? I had a dream, a dream of my own.

It's just me in my dreams.

On the pitch-black stage, there was silence, and suddenly, a light struck, slowly revealing a figure.

I saw myself.

It was a different me, and the light in my eyes seemed to overflow. So I gathered them all and put them on my chest, which was hot and passionate.

I gave it a name.

It's called a dream.

To repay me, it showed me the way. I looked in that direction, so far, so high, that I couldn't even see the end. Like, there's a long way to go. I was a little confused, the light in my eyes dimmed slightly, but the area on my chest jumped violently. It urged and admonished me like an old mother, and sometimes it was as strict and cold as a father, but I knew that it was my only child.

I raised my head again, looked into the distance, stepped through time, and faced the future, without scruples, with dreams in my heart.

The years are silent, and I am moving forward.