There are always some people who amaze the time in their youth. They carry their ideals, act like stupid birds, run rampant, and always fly into the clear sky. There have been secret loves; there have been crying; there have been dreams; there have also been desperate pursuits. As teenagers, we always have endless enthusiasm and energy, and we laugh and play tirelessly. Maybe youth is like this...
Intent: Adaptation of real events, youth, pain, emotional essays