"He said that the green hills will remain the same and the grass and trees will always be green, but he was sentenced to death by a bone cancer diagnosis before the college entrance examination. He was the 'Mr. Evening Wind Weather' of the whole school, and also my 'green hill'. I was the 'voice poet' beside his desk, and the 'grass and trees' that he relied on most. After he left, I lived in his name, put on a white coat with his wishes, and pieced together our unfinished youth with the scent of medicine.
Purpose: Love and redemption