The story has to start from that winter.
The first time I saw you was in winter. You were sitting in the last row of the classroom, reflecting the morning sun outside the window, bringing light.
I saw you again the next winter, and I fell in love with you from then on.
I vaguely remember that the boy looked at me with summer fireflies in his eyes.
I have been following in your footsteps.
The young man has his mountains and seas, his numerous mountain shadows, and his thousands of miles of waves. If possible, give him the wind, give him the desert, and give him the sky. It is the unfettered wind, the desert with heavy rain and the sky covered with stars.
I love such a young man, humble yet arrogant, proud yet calm.
Maybe I have confessed to you, in every look I look at you and in every word I say to you.
I would like to write this article to the young man who will always be in his prime.
Intention: Young people are always enthusiastic and always move forward