Don't refuse to say that beautiful promise just because it may change / Don't dare to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting just because you may be separated / There is always something / that will stay / stay to make an immortal mark / so that those / who don't know each other can also know / how deeply I have loved you.
This is not just a story about youth, nor is it just a story about first love that lasts for twenty years. As we grow up and mature, we have experienced farewell without notice, traveled across the ocean to study abroad, established careers and started families, and reunited again. The connection between each other's worlds is so dull and disorderly, present or absent, that it washes away all the undercurrent of sadness that once existed in youth. When I reach middle age, the plain and tedious life is as real as the hazy air. Walking in the vast sea of people, shuttling in the human world, I understand that today is the tomorrow that each of us hopes to be kind to. Even if you, the handsome young man you once were, don't exist here. The last sentence "You are as beautiful as ever!" Suddenly, the clouds are calm and the breeze is light. All the past of youth are worthy of interpretation with feelings and recalling with warmth. Since it is engraved on the palm of my hand, it will forever bury you in the pure and passionate, noisy and quiet imprint of youth!