The wind blows, leaving behind the fragrance of flowers
The rain drifts by, leaving behind the tenderness of the water
You passed through my life, leaving behind ripples that cannot be dissipated...
A group of passionate young people use their songs and dreams to create their own lives.
Maybe the process was tortuous, but they all insisted on their choice.
Everyone has their own story, everyone has walked their own trajectory, and everyone insists on their own persistence.
Those tiny ripples, swinging in circles, are scattered in life...
Intention: