Perhaps as early as when he was a teenager, he had already thought about his future.
The passion of youth is continuous and nostalgic.
Nostalgia is for memory, especially for her.
She is his sun and his clouds and rain.
And time will not dilute this throbbing...
Even though the boys and girls have long since disappeared, they will all remember——
That midsummer rain.
Intention: The beauty of youth is better than anything in the world
