Youth Train Terminal

Youth is like a train, whizzing by, leaving us with noisy youth, but unable to stay. If youth can be spent in dullness, will we indulge in dull and stable days and be unwilling to extricate ourselves? Everyone's youth is like clouds in the sky, with different shapes, full and fluffy, floating so lightly with lovely elements, passing through rivers, fields, and thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally dissipates at its own end. If youth could be held in the palm of your hand. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.