On the way of growing up, there are always so many passers-by, who have longed for the prince, and fallen in love with him, but youth is young after all, and we are still on the road, so everything is like passing clouds, and when the wind blows, it is a new day.
Regarding them, they are as dazzling as princes, but the fruitless youth is better buried as beautiful memories.
Youth is always flying with a light wind.
The wind blows the bitter sweetness,
Because I have had it, I am grateful, and because I am grateful, I have grown.
Everyone has a period of youth where we experience emotional setbacks and then gradually become indestructible.