The frivolous generation, dreams, love, and friendship, have drawn tears, smiles, and blood in their world. But they have no regrets, and the love that makes youth happy is frivolous, decadent, desolate, passionate, love must be vigorous, and pain must be painful. This is the right of youth, and it is also the color of youth. We must live truthfully, live wonderfully, and live magnanimously. It is not for anything else, just to be worthy of life.