When I turned twenty, I thought I would be like the sun. Brilliantly rising up. I thought my youth would be like the hot summer. When I became an adult, I thought I would be like the shining stars. I thought my youth would be overwhelming. Like a hot-blooded festival. If no one moves and just stays still. While blankly sitting down, nothing will change. Let’s be strong and run. To the faraway place, to the end of the world. Let’s be strong and spread my wings. To the end of the sky, to the end of the sun. - Jaurim "이카루스"