In your youthful years of sixteen, was there anyone you liked?
You are in a state of chaos when you have a secret love. Has that relationship come to an end?
On the way to school, walking on the flower path covered with hibiscus flowers, how do the people gathered here for the first time know what kind of stories will be written on the scrolls of their youth in the future? Is it joy? Is it sad? Is it a match? Is it Li? It's saying goodbye to each other with tears and letting each other live in peace the day after tomorrow; it's saying "never contact you again" in anger and not forgetting it; it's saying that we met ten years later and then forgetting about each other, it's...
Will you also feel regretful if you dream about it at midnight many years later?
(Youth literature, written from high school to college graduation)
Concept: Has youth ever had a standard answer? Thousands of rushes will weave thousands of colors. Perhaps it is precisely because those unfinished expectations, unheld hands, and unreached distances have condensed into amber in time. When we look back, we understand that it is the cracks that make the glass reflect the rainbow, and it is the missing moon that makes perfection meaningful.