The years of youth stirred for him, were crazy and intoxicated for him, were sentimental for him at night and wandered in dreams, shed tears for him on rainy days, laughed for him on sunny days, silently guarded him for all his thoughts, dug out his heart and lungs for him, and burned youth for him. The clouds in the sky are covered with his smiling face, and I really want to run to the clouds and spend the day and night with him.