The Spring Water Has Passed, but the Summer Rain Has Not yet Cooled Down

Silence in the desolation of my heart, never able to get rid of the stubbornness in my heart, this is my rare fate. Maybe one day I can truly walk out of that shadow, maybe one day I may let go of the stubbornness in my heart, pursue your spirit, and find a trace of the first breath. After all, time cannot move anyone, but it can change oneself in the course of time. All kinds of people I met along the way passed me by, and every shadow left behind became a shadow of my past. Suddenly, when I look back, I find that my haggard face is no longer as youthful as it was back then, and the memories left behind are no longer as fresh as the spring water.