The long summer is always hard to endure. Apart from the tireless chirping of cicadas, there is youth overgrown with weeds.
What emerges is nothing more than dark corners and unbridled growth.
But fortunately, the noisy, despicable, and desperate world
There is always someone who can hold your sincere and shaky heart and make you happy and willing to fall in love with this world.
We are all wrapped in thorns, we run rampant, we grow wantonly, we roar, we vent, we are bruised and bruised, we stumble, but we never compromise, this is our story.
This is my love.
The world is bitter and cold, but you are better than the world.
Intention: No matter in any environment, grow wildly.