From the moment I noticed you, I lost to you in these three years.
The youth of midsummer, the prosperity of a prosperous age, I would like not to overwhelm the city, nor the country, but only all that I have. Just to live a simple and stable life, simple and ordinary. A plain pen, a cup of scented tea, a period of time, white clothes like snow, light years, a smile and peace.
The young man uses his youth as his pen, his sweat as his ink, and his years as his paper. He is not afraid of the distance and writes wildly. Even if the distance is bumpy, so what? Just because they are young men!
Intention: Time flies by, and we return to wildness and uninhibitedness