I will write about the love and hatred of many characters in my life, but the prototype of each character has your shadow.
They will all have clear and bright eyes, with the wind of gentleness and light.
They watched me grow in the wind, they spread rose seeds all over the broad road, and they would tell me I love you over and over again.
They are all you, but they are not you.
They are the you who followed me immaturely, they are the you who held the rose in front of me on a rainy day, and they are also the you who hug me tightly as if you want to melt into your body.
However, even if I create so many "yous", I always know that they are not you. Because the youth they have will remain in their stories forever.
And you are the exclusive memory of my youth.
Concept: Youth should have clear and bright eyes, with a wind of gentleness and light