The love of boyhood is like a wildfire setting a prairie fire,
We held our sincerity and bumped into each other, leaving scars all over our bodies.
Later, the fire died out, leaving only embers on the ground.
When the wind blows, it floats everywhere and falls into the soil of the years. Silence takes root and grows endlessly.
The entanglement that burned up the entire youth has not disappeared, but has just changed its form and remains in the long life ahead.
Purpose: May lovers get married eventually