When you were young and ignorant, with whom did you enjoy the blossoming flowers and sunset?
In the diary that has turned yellow for a long time, do you still remember the bits and pieces you treasured in the past?
In yesterday's chaotic yet clear dream, did any familiar faces from the past appear?
Whose face have you ever uttered that already-smoking oath?
Do you still remember the romance I once wrote to you?
Is there such a group of people who have accompanied you through the glorious youth that is far away but fleeting?
Fortunately, we have experienced such a long journey, yesterday's dream is still clear, the face in front of us is still familiar, and the promises we made while holding hands still have a warm effect today.
This is our youth, our growth, what about yours? Do you still remember?
To put it simply, this is the trivial and joyful life of a group of abnormal people. (The copywriter is incompetent and went astray)