In a society where everyone suffers, all we can do is hold on to one belief: that there will always be someone idealistic and ambitious, kind and brave, who understands our thoughts and trusts and accepts us wholeheartedly. Because someone like that exists, all our hardship and effort have direction and meaning.
The pursuit of our lives, and their greatest meaning, is nothing more than peace and joy.
There must be someone like that, right? We have to believe that even in this cold reality, there are still dreams and love, and we will still see clear skies.
This story is dedicated to the years that have slipped away and can never return, and to the friends we have gradually lost.
Theme: Though we might buy osmanthus blossoms and drink together, it will never be like those carefree days of youth
