In the midsummer shrouded in haze, I thought I would go through the long rainy season alone.
Until three teenagers brought wind and light and crashed into her silent world.
In that summer called "youth", the branches also turned into flowers, and the breeze played on the mountains, playing the sonata of self-confidence.
Don't be afraid, you are no longer alone in the future.
Intention: Several teenagers help each other in their growth process, praising the beauty of youth