The sky is always so dark, blurring the vision of moving forward. Youth is buried in yesterday, who is smiling and laughing, and who is bursting with tears.
When the sunset fades, is the promise still there? The person who is searching hard is still lingering. Youth, thank you for having you along the way. No matter where the world ends, whether the sea dries up or the rocks rot, our vow will never grow old; our youth will never regret.