We, the gentle ones, and the cruel ones, have lost their most immature ignorance in the vortex of leaving youth.
Love is the choice given to me when we first met, the persistence given to me by time, and the mark that I will never forget from the beginning to the end, from the age of eighteen to the future, in the chaotic years of war.
Concept: Everyone's youth story begins with themselves, but it is bound to not end alone.