The sky is dark with only patches of gray, and the pale autumn wind blows from the deep path. Dreams are weaving around the creaking dead trees. I gently raise my head and hold the past that is deeply imprinted with glitz and excitement in the corners of my eyes. When the tears seep into the fallen leaves, I realize that what I have stepped on is my own youth and unfulfilled human feelings...
Youth always arouses too many reveries in people. Young children carry beautiful dreams of colored glaze in their hearts, and because of this, they gradually become hesitant. Reality and ideals constantly impact one's time. The pain when dreams are broken becomes a sadness that cannot be erased in the passing years...
Take off your childish clothes, walk quietly on the endless path alone, and taste the ancient charm. Perhaps, unknowingly, your empty heart has already found yourself, who has been belatedly arrived.