The blooming rose gives people the longing for love, but love is not just a beautiful dream.
Flowers will eventually wither, but the love in my heart will never wither.
The luxury of youth is to waste a lot of time without asking for anything in return.
After the squandering, all that is left is emptiness and loneliness.
He is excellent, he is ordinary.
He loves him very much, but he cannot love him enough.
About youth. About love. About commemoration.
