In this ancient city, a group of young people with flowing blood love literature and music... They have a beautiful longing for love... They have a strong desire for ideals...
This is their dream. They are dream chasers who keep falling down and getting up again on the road to pursuing their dreams... They have experienced poverty... They have seen betrayal... And they have also seen the desolation of the world...
"Hold on for a while, hold on for a while longer... Hold on for a while longer and you will be closer to your ideal..."
This is the language that surges from their rushing blood
I think... They may have touched the ideal in their hearts
I think... They should be proud
Be proud of yourself who once ran hard in the mud
Be proud of yourself for your unremitting struggle in the face of difficulties...