There are always too many moments in life, the moment when the sun falls on the shoulders, the moment when the green trees sway, the moment when the shadow of the white dove's hand is cast. Unfortunately, when we are in that moment, we often don't realize how beautiful this moment is. When I look back a few years later, my youthful days have become ink marks on the yellowed paper. The urge to start writing started from a chat with a friend. Suddenly I thought back to my student days, that sultry and exciting afternoon, that young man with the shadow of a dove hand, and that me with my ears warming up. This time, I want to give us an ending as a bystander and give my youth an ending.
Intention: The sincerity of my youth warmed me for a long journey in the future.