We, young and persistent, are madly pursuing the ideal spark that can start a prairie fire for ourselves in this complicated world.
When a long, long time later, when many people and many things pass by us one by one, when we discover that the protagonist in the original plot is not us, when we suddenly wake up to the world.
We began to face separation and loss. We held each other's hands and sent each other to the red carpet. We were separated in our own worlds. We were spinning and falling like fallen leaves.
Who can still think of us, me and the touch of youth we left in a corner somewhere.