This is a story about youth. I don't know how many people have had such a youth. Possessing infinite dedication to love, desire for family affection, and cherishing friendship. But there is also the despair of love, the shyness of family affection, and the betrayal of friendship. Some friends who have read it asked me who I was writing about and if it was them. I shook my head, but nodded again. Because he is not anyone, but he seems to be everyone. We can always see something in him. I admire him very much: even in despair, he can still hold on to hope.