Time has gently rewritten the veins, and the green color extracted in the test tube has faded into pale and gray over the long period of consumption.
The warm sun of the rising sun is your gaze.
Confronting desolation, confronting time, confronting sharpness, confronting warmth, confronting the sore and swollen years of youth.
The cycle of seasons in the world peels away the fragments of the human heart.
The frail young man stuck in the past raised his hand to wipe away the dust.
The youthful specimens carried on the glass pieces finally migrated and became dust floating in the universe through the continuous weathering of time.
They converge into a long river of light.
Just like those green years, the dreams chased on the hillside, the vitality and freedom of youth.
They were all buried in that summer.
Goodbye, youth, brilliant sorrow.
Goodbye, youth, eternal confusion.
Goodbye, a whole year of floating in time.