I've been off from work for a few days because I revisited my hometown. Walking down the familiar path where I once went to school, I gazed at the sea, dreaming of the future as a 10-year-old. However, many of those childhood dreams have slipped away like sand through my fingers despite my efforts to hold onto them. Hey... Do you still remember the dreams of your youth? How many have come true, and how many have turned into a wistful smile of acceptance?