The sour secret love is hidden deep in my heart, it is a distant glance in the corridor, it is the writing of the diary, it is the throbbing in the heart, it is the evasion of sight. Youth comes to an end in midsummer, and the silence of a young man becomes a memory of growing up alone.
Intention: Meeting is a gift from youth. As time goes by, the green light and shadow part with the sea of people.