Youth is when those once familiar faces slowly disappear in the torrent of time. Perhaps, the night is the time when youth should be most indulged, and all the things that happened in the past can only be shown bit by bit under the shroud of night. The things I used to talk about and the beautiful longings I once had are all gone. The expectations for the first clear and rainy day were slowly shattered in reality. Dreams and reality are constantly intertwining before our eyes... The green plum is ripe, the bamboo horse is dead...
Love may not be the most beautiful thing to have, but blessing may be the best outcome for the other person and yourself.
Conception: