The wind was warm when we were seven years old. At that time, we climbed trees, fished, and could do anything in the sky or on the ground. The wind was cold when we were seventeen years old. At that time, we were depressed every day because of the exercises that we couldn't do and the boy who we couldn't be with no matter how much we liked. The wind at the age of twenty-seven is hot. At that time, we finally know what life is like, and we finally know what the boy who will walk with us looks like. At that time, we were too young and didn't know how to like, we only knew how to worship heroes. Those boys who could control the wind and rain became the heroes in our hearts. Only later did we understand that your boy will let you control the wind and rain in his world. I'm young and won't like you for the time being. When I grow up, I will continue to love you. Our story has just begun...