Feeling of growing up

It’s hard to grow up and grow old. Once upon a time, when I was very young and very young, I always looked forward to growing up. I grew up happily. It seems to grow up very well. I grew up for the time I couldn’t wait, very far away, very far away. But as I grew up year after year, let me slowly taste the acidity that grew up. sweet. bitter. hot. Let me taste that growing up is very tired and very bitter. Let me know that growing up is actually not as simple as I thought. I walked into my childhood like a child. I stepped into the adult stage and lived in the pressure of learning every day. I struggled on the score line every day. This is not growing up. Is it bitter?

The third day: out of print