When we were young and in our prime, we were just too busy keeping our heads down and rushing on, so we didn't look back, and in the end we sadly missed it.
The seventeen-year-old him happened to meet the eighteen-year-old me. I didn't know it, but he stayed where he was, waiting for me to look back.
When I was nineteen years old, I was alone admiring the scenery that belonged to me. He happened to be eighteen years old that year. He didn't know that I was trying to follow in his footsteps and get to know him.
Wear the shackles of time just to meet again; the heartbeat of a young man is more than that moment; the fleeting is always the best; the sunshine between the leaves will eventually fall on us; September is slightly cool, and the clouds are turning sunny.
Concept: Youth is rare, people you meet when you are young will be remembered for a long time, but we also forget that we are the most precious when we are young.