"If only I could erase that day,"
I said in a joking tone. But you replied seriously,
"That would be problematic."
I value today more than yesterday, and tomorrow more than today.
If I couldn't compare it with my past records,
That would indeed be problematic.
Those who first flew in the sky,
Must have never thought they couldn't.
It's not that they made the impossible possible,
But rather they finally discovered how.
Because we're not wizards,
We're passionate about the unimaginable dreams,
Despite getting burned numerous times and being ignored,
At times, it seems like we achieve them anyway.
The painful memories I wish to forget,
The embarrassing days I couldn't face,
They're all treasures I hate so much.
"Even if I stumble now, slip, lose, get hit,
Cry out saying it's the worst, and struggle,
It's still halfway. Please go easy on me (haha)."
"Ah, if only life had a wiki,"
I said in a joking manner. But you replied with a hint of complaint,
"That would be boring," and laughed.
Because we aren't creators,
We open doors one by one to check.
Likes and dislikes, joy and hardship are randomly implemented.
I see, It's boring if you get to the last boss in a straight line.
But I believe it's designed to be cleared,
I believe that. That's why I enjoy it.
The thoughts of wanting to end and give up,
The miserable setbacks, the unbearable now,
They're all precious gifts you gave me.
"No matter how many times I grasp, let go, appreciate,
Hold grudges and become emotionally unstable,
It's unsightly. So, please Edit well. (haha)."
Honestly, it's a troublesome story.
Endlessly searching for the right door in an Forced into hard mode
But if it were a game I created,
I want you to struggle and struggle and struggle and sweat and finally go beyond the hardships.
The painful memories I wish to forget,
The days I couldn't stand out, feeling pathetic,
They all become an essential frame in this story.
So don't discard them, don't deny them,
Keep hating them, but cherish them,
Hurry up and pick them up, and tell me everything.