Time is like the wind, time is like the wind
Time passes, time passes
A group of underage children met in a studio for different reasons, pursuing true feelings, but unable to take responsibility for their own feelings, searching because of lack, happy, sad, indulgent...
There will be a day when people grow up, but the touch of the past years cannot be erased...
Pursuing freedom like the wind, but like the wind, it cannot stop or ponder.