The story begins in that warm summer but never ends. It is the spring when each of us walks hand in hand and the breeze blows. Every summer when we hold an ice watermelon and blow the air conditioner. Every autumn when we step on fallen leaves wrapped in a coat. Every winter when we make a snowman wrapped in a down jacket. It is every tomorrow full of love and unknown. May the wind of time always be gentle. May we always be us.
Intention: The bravery of a young man may not necessarily mean moving forward bravely. He is allowed to be confused and retreat, but still slowly move forward in his own direction.