There are buildings outside the mountains, listening to the wind and rain at night. The wine of old friends and the drama of old times are gone. The strawberries are green and the flowers of childishness are pressing on the branches. We have not seen each other since we parted, and we are confused about how to say goodbye.
When I thought about starting a new life and gradually adapting to this long-lost peace, the boy who had planted youth in my heart appeared again, breaking the fragile peace. At that time, would the boy's four friends add other waves to their long-quiet life...
Intention: Stubborn love may not be as good as the love that slowly surrounds you, but the former is unconcerned, while the latter is realistic and warm.