The summer wind blows away the sorrow of the clouds. What is youth?
When you have a head full of white hair and a house full of children and grandchildren, recall the sparkle in your eyes and the unconscious raise of the corners of your mouth in high school! Youth written in summer has a different kind of sweetness. Struggle and passion, love and parting all merge into a wonderful staff, playing the hymn of youth!
Intention: passion, struggle, love