Youth is the wind that changes with time, blowing across the cheek, sometimes gentle, sometimes biting. Use life as a pen to give birth to "seeds of wind". Secret love is a sweet process, and you cannot suppress its growth from the moment you plant the seed. Use life to write a moment of wonder to nourish it, and use death as the end of the story to harvest it. When the wind stops, may the fruits be sweet in the next life.
Concept: The secret love of two country boys
