Youth is like a grand fireworks show. It always makes people stunned when they frown, and their pupils dilate, but it merges with the night in the next breath.
But a few years later, I suddenly thought of the past. No matter how much I loved or hated the people, things, and things I met, they always turned into a handful of dust covering the deepest part of my heart. It's commonplace, yet indispensable.