When the young man's heart beats, the wasteland on a midsummer night can't be cut and burned, and the wind blows
As soon as it blows, the wild* will reach the sky
A seventeen-year-old boy, all feelings are pure: like always
With great vigor, if you want to reach for the stars, you will always have no hesitation
The wind rises and falls, blowing through this wild youth, taking away some, leaving behind
Next, the boy's worries were told to important people.
You were the best you then, I am the best me now, the best me now
Okay, but there is a whole youth between us, and I can't catch up.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
