Monsoon

Youth seems to have started because I love you. After all the hardships, I still can't understand the word love. We have encountered young and energetic people who, because of their inner jealousy, unwillingness, and vanity, have done all the scandalous things in the world in the name of love. We have fallen into hopeless love, indulged in someone's carelessness, and wishfully refused to be rescued. Fortunately, when I looked back, I realized that the road was never a person's. Your Dada's horse's hooves once knocked open my heart. I firmly believe that the voice that clenched my heart was not fabricated by memory. You are like a monsoon that has visited my vulnerable life.