If a person has said he will wait for you since he was a teenager, will he still be waiting for you in his twenties and thirties? The flower-like promise that the young man thought could be fulfilled with a ticket, after years of repeated crushing, could only be easily pulled out with the first gray hair in the hair.
In this chaotic youth, who is waiting for you, and who are you waiting for?
The flower language of the blue kite is I am waiting for you to come back.
When you recite it gently, will you also feel beautiful?,,,,,,,