That year, when we were under the dandelions, facing the future, we suddenly felt sad.
The future is too uncertain and no one can be sure of anything.
They are all dandelions in the wind, drifting in the hurricane of the times, not knowing where to take root.
A simple story. Started in high school and slowly grew up.
In this story, there may be me or you.
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