In the memory of that flamboyant youth, even the sky is filled with our bright smiles.
They are still alive and bright.
But some things are still floating in the air, never to be seen again.
Are the promises made under the blue sky true for a lifetime, or are they just youthful frivolity?
What flows freely in the wind are our tears, venting our unknown love and hate.
They are entangled together and become youth.