When she first met him, she was the daughter of the detective captain and he was a delinquent boy.
When I saw him again, his mouth was curved and his tattoos were dark. He said, "I won't be happy if you give away my clothes like this."
He protected her, she healed him, but in the end, she missed him...
Until she was admitted to college and stood on the playground, feeling the scorching sun and the gentle caress of the cool breeze. She didn't know why, but tears suddenly flowed down her face.
Intention: The power of youth is always like this, always rhythmic, always growing, never tired.