The sensitive realization in middle school turned into dots of plum blossoms in the painting.
Those precious memories have been with me as well as you and him.
The greenness of first love, the true meaning of friendship, the drastic changes in the family, and the cycle of joy and sorrow in life.
In the face of materialistic perseverance, he has experienced all kinds of tortures of fate.
My ideal, do you still remember it?