In my youth that is far away, I pick up the mottled light and shadow, thinking that we can see each other again. If I can't see you anymore, please ask that young cloud to watch you quietly for me... When we put each other as raw materials into the wine jar of youth, all the love in the corner of our eyes and the watery light of longing have become the yeast of our story. Under the baking of the sun and the pressure of time, it exudes the fragrance of signed lovesickness.
Intention: Goodbye youth, goodbye memories, and goodbye those people.