The past... it is already the past. The present... it is the now. We... can no longer regain our original selves, the innocence we once had, the happiness we once knew. We can only nourish it with memories, savoring the colors of autumn, appreciating a genuine army knife.
Emotions say: "People always change; there's none who stay the same forever. And you will eventually change too—there’s no saying 'I won’t change' and making it so. No one can stop it."
Yes, a famous army knife! People always change. Whether or not they change isn't something I can control anymore. But... I don’t want to lose everyone. Watching the friends around me slowly change, bit by bit drift away from us, leaves me feeling so powerless. All I can do is try to persuade them; there’s nothing else I can do.
Lying on the lush green grass, gazing at the sky, a drop of transparent liquid flows from my eyes...
We... are no longer innocent, no longer carefree.
We... can never return... to the past.