When I was fifteen years old, the wind blew open the gate of No. 4 Middle School
When you were twenty-seven, the wind lifted your veil
At the age when I had the strongest self-esteem, I dropped all my guard against you
That night, you took over all my grievances
Ever since I was little, I have never cried so hard in someone's arms
Not even my mother
Concept: The first ignorant confession in adolescence