"The Cloud Knows How Hard I Work"

I thought my youth was a report card with red crosses written all over it, until I met the transfer student who was ranked number one in the air. It turns out that wherever a young man is not young, wherever I am, there is my youth. Intention: A young man does not need to chase the wind, he will wait for midsummer; if he sleeps in the fog, he will eventually wake up to the light of day.