Youth is painful, bright and sad. With the flick of a finger, a glance seems to last for thousands of years.
How can we get to know each other without meeting each other? If we don't know each other, how can we know each other?
If we don't meet, there won't be anything in the future. There will not be a seed that is not full of grains that will take root in the heart and grow like a broken bamboo. The throbbing that devours our souls and shakes our souls in this mediocre world. Throbbing deeply.
Youth is like a city. If we hadn't met each other, I would never have thought that I could break through this thick and impregnable city wall like a cage. I won't let my thoughts grow like wild beasts.
In early summer, we were supposed to be together. Love does not come first, and no one is right or wrong. What matters is whether you can grasp it, whether you cherish it, and whether you insist on it. When I meet you, I don't want to stay in the empty city of youth