A young man entering the world for the first time
With a high-spirited look
Walking towards the light step by step
Waiting for the spring breeze
waiting for sunshine
Waiting for the wind to rise
Wandering in the world
Not aimlessly
But I can't forget to leave
When the scenery passes over the face
When time passes, love grows
All that's left is the appearance of that first meeting
Only that moment of heartbeat and turmoil
Intention: Hey, my seventeen year old
