I always remember your face that was red from the cold and the gorgeous fireworks that winter, as well as my violent heartbeat and my overwhelming love for you.
The love of a 17-year-old boy is always passionate and pure, because at this age when he seems to understand but not understand, when you love someone, you don't have to think about anything, the consequences, or the future.
Concept: You are as bright as the fireworks in winter and as dazzling as the sun, making people unable to take their eyes away from you. Winter will eventually pass, and the dead branches and leaves will usher in their own spring. I feel no regrets after spending this winter, because we will have thousands of winters in the future