You grew up with me. In our childhood when the sky was wide and the sky was wide for us to run around, we ran into the small shop hand in hand, looking at the beer on the high shelf and thinking about growing up. When I was young, I became one of the many glamorous followers who secretly sweated after being glamorous. I didn't have the luck to become famous overnight, but luckily I had you—you were willing to take off your glasses, close your exercise book, and secretly taste each other's first sip of wine with me holding a beer can. The bitter taste stayed on the tip of the tongue for several years. I once asked you why adults like to drink these unpalatable liquids until they are drunk. You blinked and said slowly, "I hope you can feel the rain forever, not just get wet." I thought you were drunk and started to answer questions incorrectly, but the summer wind that night blew into your eyes as you looked at me, clear and gentle. Now that you and I are in suits and ties, I begin to recall those years of separation and reunion, and the always rainy summers. The adults are depressed in the humid rainy day, but you are always there when you are young, and the raindrops can never dampen the enthusiasm of the youth.
[No matter in study or in the workplace, he is calm and reliable, looks cool, but is actually gentle and a bit shy. × The entertainment industry is developing little idols who love the stage, are passionate and sunny, and are slow-tempered at first acquaintance, but are actually talkative.]
Concept: The relationship between teenagers
