Humble Youth

There is always an inconspicuous youth, like the morning star before dawn, silently illuminating a certain sky; There is always inconspicuous youth, like the root system in the darkness, struggling to nourish a certain bloom; There is always inconspicuous youth, like unknown jade, polishing its gentle luster alone in the riverbed of time. They never made a noise, and the world thought they never existed. If the introduction is too weak, please move to the main text.