Breeze, clear spring. Witness the love between you and me under the sun. Youth is the starting point of our love, will it be the end of our love? I hold your hand in the sun, look at you infatuatedly, and just want to spend a lifetime with you. I just want to say to you: Youth is bitter sugar, and youth is the bud in the cold winter. And our youth is perfect, like the traces of spring