The young man's heartbeat is like the wilderness on a midsummer night. It can't be cut and burned. When the wind blows, the weeds will reach the sky.
They met in midsummer, parted in midsummer, and met again in midsummer. The youthful boy was like a cicada chirping in summer, with a restless and fiery heart, but he was showing the world that he was different.
Intention: The intention has not been decided yet