There is no time to waste in youth, but what about me? I spent most of my youth realizing the word "love", and I have realized it until now.
My heart is slow, and I don't know where the feelings come from when I meet them. They are chaotic. I often miss them, and then I suddenly understand the regrets...
But my youth is also simple and vigorous. Some people have become my short and long white moonlight from the beginning, occupying a place in my world; some people have come from behind and become my orchids, and they are also the cinnabar moles that I have not completely erased yet.
Someone came to my world, and naturally I also went to the world of many people, becoming other people's white moonlight, or a cinnabar mole, or... An existence that I will never meet again in this life.
