Let every moment of our lives become more vibrant like the sun in the red togbag every morning. New year, new day. Let a new hope shine in our dream world.
How were the past days, what seemed to be lost in the end; What's next? Without thinking so much, let the anchor of the dream anchor on the shore of his hope. The raft of innumerable hopes floated in the waves of the dream.
Time goes by. A lot has changed. Familiar faces change, familiar dreams are lost, many things are lost. This is the absolute truth. Time is like a flowing ocean. In Jalkallole, dreams are only to move forward, there is no chance to go back. That is the name of life, that is why life is so fast. In the continuity of that speed, one year is going to match one year in the context of the great age.