A youth dance to commemorate the passing years.
A story of youth, remembering the best friend from the past.
The green love we had when we were young is like a kite flying in our hands.
Hold on tightly for fear of falling.
In the end, it was a huge disappointment.
The infatuated friendship we had when we were young is like the blue sky in which a kite flies.
It has that broad mind and always accommodates our little tempers.
It's sunny and cloudy sometimes, but it's so beautiful that you can't forget it.
Our remembrance is our remembrance only.
I think I already understand: It's great to have you.