This is a group of noble boys
They have a family status that is unmatched by anyone in the world.
They have the pride of nobility
But they also have the same heart as their peers
They are young and insolent
Blooming with splendid years wantonly
Beautiful boyhood is like a crystal mirror
crystal clear
But it's like a mirror, a flower in the water, a moon in the water
when everything disappears
Those pure pasts
It becomes a crystal realm of illusion