In that rainstorm, the young man held her in his arms like the warm sun and told her: "Will you come with me?"
What she didn't know was that she had also walked into his youth like a breeze and left a strong mark on his life.
The breeze of youth blows into the hearts of young people. Adolescent boys and girls bravely love and escape from being loved. They make hasty choices, leaving behind thrilling beauty and regret.
The wind has gone, will it come back?
Intention: The word youth belongs to them and to us. He is me and I am him.