Youth is a journey with no return, growing and losing. In the most beautiful years, it endures the ups and downs of joy and sorrow. Looking back suddenly, whose youth is not confused?
What are rivers and lakes? Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Wherever there are people, there is struggle. Where there is struggle, there is invisible gunpowder smoke. And the place filled with gunpowder smoke is the battlefield. Therefore, the human heart itself is a river and lake. All grievances, right and wrong, fairness and justice are disturbed. The origin is because of the unpredictability of the human heart.
