Will the long summer be over?
I just want to keep one summer.
Being 17 years old was a fragmented dream. I was living in a self-righteous world and cheering for joy. Those youthful and frivolous things, those self-proclaimed willows, those things that I was proud of, it seemed that everything was lost to time.
If you meet me, my youth and those long fleeting years will all become a piece of memory.
——Qing Yi Qian Xia