Xi Murong's "Youth" is the most profound portrayal of
All endings have been written
All the tears have set off
But suddenly I forgot how it started
In that ancient summer that never comes back
No matter how I pursue it
Young you are just like a cloud shadow passing by
And your smiling face is very light and very light
Qunlan gradually disappears after sunset
Open the yellowed title page one by one
Fate has bound it badly
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again
but have to admit
youth
It's a book that's too hasty