The heart of a young man was born from the ordinary, yearning for the stars in the sky, the boundless sea, and the people in foreign lands. He followed his dreams, traveled across mountains and rivers, and boarded an immortal boat. What he wanted was nothing more than a happy heart.
The cold night is even more warm by the bonfire, the camp is singing and the wine is fragrant, the high-rise buildings and the small town are slowly driving, traveling through the world to spread cause and effect. The heart of a young man is small, and there are few things to do in the morning, but the dream of a young man is huge, encompassing the sky and the ocean, penetrating through the dark clouds and mountains, all the way to the other side of the dream...
