The breeze of that year messed up your hair and opened my heart...
The age of eighteen is when dreams begin and when we are closest to love.
But no one told us, are those ignorant and passionate feelings love?
That year between you and me, I saw your most sincere smile, and you wiped away the tears of separation on my face.
Many years later, when we think back again, we will all remember that there was the best of us in the breeze of that year, and we will remember our agreement...
Intention: love