The sweetness of youth is always so shy and innocent.
A breeze swept by, stirring up a little-known chapter from a young boy's past. The boy's pure, radiant presence brightened all of Lin Shen's rainy seasons. Everything was changing, quietly changing. The wild geese flew south, the leaves turned yellow, and the autumn wind swept through, scattering my heart.
The story ended in tragedy, but I refuse to accept it.
Theme: Even if you hide in some corner, our story will never end.
