Life is just like meeting for the first time?
So, seventeen years old.
Years go by and time flies by. We, the rebellious ones, watch our youth passing by but are helpless every day. The slightly painful rainy season deeply stimulates the nerves of those born in the 1990s. We are helpless and hesitant. Perhaps we are destined to wander in this season.
The sunset is picturesque,
Life is like a dream.
Who can replace whom? Black and white, right and wrong, right and wrong are intertwined. The overly realistic society has already blurred the boundaries between each other...
It also blurs you and me.