You are the joy of youth, and the boy I like is you.
The most youthful throbbing at the age of seventeen is like a piano music without lyrics, warm and quiet, like a gurgling stream, clear and clear, but also like strong wine on a winter night, hot and stinging. Some stories are only suitable for proper collection, while some people never forget them and have no echo.
You are dressed in military uniform, protecting our family and country, and I am dressed in white, saving lives and healing the wounded. How wonderful, like the Korean drama Descendants of the Sun, but I don't want to live the rest of my life without you...