We meet to go to a distant place, measuring the distance with our feet. As we pass the road, the scenery keeps changing. The years are like an ancient legend. We trace the mountains and the sea, like the cycle of life. What is recorded is not just growth.
Youth is about to pass in the blink of an eye. What makes us let our youth pass by? Cherish it and you may not get it. If you get it, you may not own it. What you have may not be the most precious thing in your life. It was destined to be a mistake from the beginning, and what kind of guidance led us astray. Because in life, you may not really understand...