Think about those days, those trivial things at the beginning, from now on-
I was naive in those years; In those years, I was an ignorant me; In those years, I was a naive me ...
I think, if I can go back to the past, I would like to bury my worries accumulated bit by bit in the past. No one will remember it, and no one knows that it once existed in this world. For now, my troubles have become a thing of the past and disappeared among people ...
The sinner in the cell will sigh if I had. Beggars scattered on the street will sigh, if I had been able to make progress and work harder, my life might be better now; People who stay at home all day will sigh that if they could do their part again, every day may be happier now.
All these things, as the days go by, are rubbing against each other ...
They will only sigh about the original days, why can't they start now? Those who failed feel that it was always better than now, while those who succeeded feel that what was once an indelible memory inspired the present ...
Those who only complain about the present, if you can find the experience of failure from the past days, maybe. Set out for the future ...
Maybe, that's true. Those trivial things, memories, laughter and noisy days in those years are happy and indelible memories ...