Youth and frivolity are no match for aging,
I am still inexperienced in the world and cannot distinguish between love and hatred;
Use the soul of blood to tell the story of the angel, whether your dream is still there or not.
This youthful lament is like a black vine in the river of my life, wrapping around the wall of time and tightly strangling our fragile souls. After betrayals and hurting each other again and again, can we still support each other through our unknown journey...
'Lin Lang, you have to believe me, friendship will last forever...