The sky is really big for 17 years old.
It is blue and can be seen as far as the eye can see.
So big...
I don't know where to fly.
Just wandering, wandering.
The road was broad, but the young man stopped at the bottom of the well.
Suddenly, two young men with damaged wings met.
The dimmed starlight in his eyes gradually regained its former brilliance.
The night is still very quiet, but the Milky Way is accompanying it.
They held each other's hands.
Intention: Please be young and frivolous.