At the crossroads of life, passers-by from north to south have many worries. Because of the encounter, they learn to cherish and let go. The young age of twenty is indeed the most beautiful years. Looking back on the past, the regret is not the confession we missed, the willful separation, nor the seemingly humble reluctance, nor the fact that I finally let go of your persistence, but that at this age, the boy is like a rose petal, gentle and elegant, and the girl is like a rose branch, green and full of life, living each other's life passionately.
Intention: May the seasons change and old friends return to happiness