In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and there have been many joys and sorrows. The boy who once had ambitions in all directions has become a potbellied boy. In the past, he was young and charming, always unforgettable, but now he is gray-haired. Do you still remember me? I used to Those who have loved me, where are you now? Those who have loved me, do you remember my appearance? Youth is like a rushing river. Once it is gone, there is no time to come back and say goodbye. Only the numb me is left, without the scenery of the past. Look at the flowers floating all over the sky, withering at the most beautiful moment. Who will remember this love? It has been here before. If you remember it, please tell me. Adapted from "Oldboy"