Youth is budding, wanton and high-spirited, it is the blazing love of youth. In that innocent and innocent time of youth, you stood in the sunshine, and the gold frame blurred my eyes through the sunlight. I couldn't see the shining light in your eyes, whether it was love or attachment or persistence for youth. I couldn't see clearly that our past in those years was a dream or just a training ground for youth in life. For this promise of youth, at the end, I was the only one standing in the wind, nostalgic for the sweetness in the wind and the pain of the wind sweeping across my cheeks. That exclusive memory that belongs to us is sealed deep in my heart.
