These are ten stories, each of which I have seen and heard. These various kinds of love happened when I was a student. They were my classmates, friends, or myself. The emotions inside are all so beautiful because of the beginning of love. I am no longer young, but I still occasionally daydream and miss those green years. Youth, once it comes, has always been full of flowers in that place. When you open your heart, you still feel that you are so beautiful.