The End of Youth

I didn't understand what I should understand, and I understood what I shouldn't understand. I staggered alone in the boundless city, forgetting that this was a world of snow or a world of humans. Perhaps only the gray mist I exhale can give me an answer. I have traveled to countless cities in the past few years and watched countless romances, but I have always loved the world under the protection of the scorching sun. Turning the page in the wind, flowers, snow and moon, some things come to an end and people go away, it is difficult to remember the past, it is difficult to be sentimental and fight for a long time in the rainy night, and the spring comes out without staining and longing for lovesickness. Study hard!!!