Everyone once had their youth, and during those blossoming years, they had a long, long dream.
What have you dreamed about?
Is it the cold abyss? Is it a blurry light spot in the field of vision? Or a bridge?
The bridge of youth may lead to hope, despair, or another road that is completely unfamiliar to you...
The sunshine of youth is still bright, the taste of youth is still sweet and bitter, and the scenery on the Bridge of Youth is still the same.
Everything is like a temporarily frozen scene. I stand on the bridge of youth and look at you, and then pass by...
Intention: