May All Good Encounters Be Never Too Late

Whenever I can't find the meaning of doing something, I tell myself that it's all to meet you. This is an ordinary story about an ordinary family and ordinary children. In a moment that was so special but didn't seem so special, the two people met just like that. The three years of high school seemed as boring as the assembly line in a factory, but because of each other, life became interesting. Military training, study, exams, clubs, basketball, festivals, and the little pink thoughts hidden among each other make every ordinary day extraordinary. High school is probably like this, in ordinary days, we slowly meet, and then slowly grow up, slowly become mature, become better, and slowly become extraordinary. May all good encounters come before it's too late.