Springtime and summertime, that was our youth.
Smiles and tears, those were our stories.
Victory and defeat, that was our struggle.
Our youth is our greatest treasure, and also a gust of wind. Though it lasts only an instant, that instant is enough to take your breath away.
There is a kind of wind like this. It is called the City-Sweeping Wind.
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