Those boys taught me growing up, those girls taught me love.
You, who were once young, handsome, silent and kind, have returned to your seventeen-year-old innocence after many years. I, who was once lonely, are no longer lonely.
Every period of youth is like the four seasons. There are buds, blooms, madness that reaches full bloom, but also sadness of waving goodbye.
And in the same way, every period of youth has a meaning of existence - the people who have loved us and hurt us are the meaning of our youth.