In the midsummer of the seventeenth year, the cicadas chirped incessantly, disturbing the minds of the teenagers. Looking back on it after many years, fortunately I said the words "Fortunately..."
There is no calculation or suspicion, it is the pure emotion of young people.
A group of people walked through midsummer and cold winter, some helping each other side by side, some feeling confused and at a loss. All kinds of youthful colors gather here, blooming with their own brilliance.
Intention: Face yourself directly, live up to your encounter, live up to your youth