Which is more important, reality or memories? I do not understand. The two intersect freely in my world, and I don't have the ability to completely separate them. Facing Xiao Feng, I knew my love was in vain; facing Qiao Nan, I felt guilty. It's just that all of this will eventually be swept away by the summer wind, leaving no mark on my heart.
I know that youth is like the summer rain, which wets the clothes, but it still feels short. Xia Yu has countless events in her life, but youth only happens once. In winter, we will miss the heat of summer. Only when we are no longer young can we understand that youth and frivolity also require capital. We sing all the way, gain and lose all the way. The rain will eventually dry up, and the laughter and pain will disappear without a trace.