The Age of Drift: Our Post-Youth Era

Many years later, we understood: The gap between campus and society needs us to fill it with personal experience. The halo of ideals fades away, and the unwilling soul hits a wall on the reef of reality. Labor wears down the ordinary body, and triviality wears away the nascent enthusiasm. The cliff-like farewell once tore the world apart; The silhouette of you turning around solidifies into the last morning light in your heart. A journey far away, a wandering that is not what I want; Returning, is it returning home, or is it just returning home? The traces of time can be seen in the mirror, and the waistline of the shirt is retreating year by year. You have been absent from my life for a long time; I still feel for your situation. However, Hope is an unquenchable obsession in the heart; Fireworks burn stubbornly in the depths of the soul and remain bright forever!