Whose youth is not a city built of tears and laughter? We exchanged our youthful ignorance at that time for an unforgettable memory, which is full of sadness and happiness.
Among the boys and girls who once ran freely in the sun, who can forget each other's smiles blown by the wind? Those beautiful things that remain in the heart are all related to someone. In the season when commitment is not required, it doesn't matter whether you love her or not. Meeting her is already so difficult.
This is a story, long but short, bitter but sweet, which takes place in the vibrant green years. This is a memory that can be forgotten but never disappear.
At that time, we, who were shy, arrogant and stubborn, finally shouted out the secrets buried deep in our hearts in the sunshine. It didn't matter whether the person heard or not.
I just want to tell myself to be grateful to the person who brings you so many worries.