When I recall my youth, the sweat, the throbbing of touch, the tears of growth... This is a story about youth, a girl and the boy take the initiative to touch, hold your hand, run and laugh in the sun. But maybe when we are young, we let go too easily, too young and romantic, are we right or wrong to let go...
Intention: In my youth, I struggled and throbbed. This was a wonderful journey.