The boy's youth is the lush foliage of midsummer, running fearlessly; and his youth is the snow-capped peaks and perseverance.
His girl never forgot the skipped beat of her heart when they first met her, because the faster heartbeat when they met again made up for the regret when they met again.
She was as bright and gorgeous as the red maple leaves in autumn; and he played the melodious bone flute behind her and made a vow to grow old hand in hand with her in the snow-capped mountains...
Purpose: Let everyone know that there are people who are silently holding on behind the lanterns.