Those years that may be relaxed or sad, or brilliant or passionate, are wonderful because of their existence.
When they were young, they were a group of boys and girls who loved badminton. They worked hard for their dreams and never gave up.
They were once frivolous, they dared to love and hate, and they were hesitant and confused about their love. But he never let go of each other's hand and insisted on going to the end.
Youth flows by, and years pass between your fingers. Joining hands with my companions, I am glad that I met you during my most beautiful youth.