Stories That Belong to Us in Those Years

Some stories are not long, but they are enough to be remembered for a lifetime. Some moments are not amazing, but full of pure joy. That was our youth, with the excitement of laughing and playing, the youthfulness of secret heartbeat, and the warmth of walking side by side. Time flies by, and we fold the past and hide it in the wind and frost, while remembering the pure whiteness of the past, while walking slowly in the complicated world. This is a story that belongs exclusively to us, and is also written for everyone who has ever had the throbbing of youth.