The night is bound to impulse, either in grief or in tears of joy.
The night is always like this, making people confused.
This is a story about youth, night, emotions and happiness
At the other end of time, there will definitely be such an ignorant love in boyhood that cuts through the starry sky and burns forever.
(Updated from time to time, this is my first work, thank you for liking it~)
Concept: Youth is fleeting, life is brilliant