The lake was so quiet. I stood by the lake and looked at the sky that was almost the same color as the lake. Looking back on the past, I realized that I had never won. Too much has been lost and the wounds are too deep to heal...
I tried to be a good boy, studied hard, tried not to disappoint my mother, and tried to love and care for my friends, but in the end they all left because of my self-righteousness...
Beautiful sorrow cannot bring back those innocent smiles, how can we look at the past indifferently like smoke...