Old Tales of Hanchuan: To the Youth That Must One Day End

I thought we’d be friends for life. But later, some were crushed beneath their parents’ expectations, some lost themselves in love, and some stayed forever at eighteen. If youth was destined to be a torrential downpour, none of us made it out unscathed. The unspoken affections, the farewells we didn’t try to stop, the grudges we never got to resolve... In the end, they all became the most painful scars of our youth.

“Afterward, the winds of Hanchuan never blew back toward the boys of our youth again.”