As young people, we write our own symphony with youthful vitality. Laughter and tears, freedom and quarrels, debauchery and jealousy... We grew up in the care of our parents, matured in self-comfort and self-loathing, and struggled in the mutual help and jealousy of friends. Thinking about the past that will always be missed, and imagining the illusory future that will always be imagined. Using youth and publicity as a bet, no one can exchange for the good memories won. "No one will be young forever, but there will always be people who are young.". Licking wounds in the cold shadows, hiding one's own brilliance in the light of others...