Summer Hurts Age

The dispersion of youth, scratched traces, The lonely mood, teenage fantasies, They all collapsed in the youthful bloom of summer when the snowflakes melted, and degenerated into inexplicable sadness. And life is to die in sorrow again and again, perfectly leaving no trace. What is the meaning of life? Is it just to live for the sake of living, or to live for the sake of dying? I am always looking for something at a loss, and as for what I am looking for, I finally get lost in the process of searching. Youth is full of scattered dreams. What I mourn is the faint hurt in our hearts. About us. On campus. Confession. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.