“The light of midsummer fades, the autumn wind disperses the cicada's chirping, and Hope's twenty-fourth year must be as bright and warm as this early autumn sunlight.

May Hope continue to walk steadfastly on his own path through time, the world is your track, and everything will aid your progress.

Farewell to the young man drawing his bow, unafraid of time and wind. May the hopes of the young come true, and may the future journey be bright!”