The city is just an illusion, the past is all false, memories are a road with no return, and all past springs cannot be restored. Even the most crazy and tenacious love is, in the final analysis, nothing more than a fleeting reality, and only loneliness is eternal.
Youth is full of ups and downs, and my inner desire makes me wake up in the dark night before dawn. The night is not gentle. Seeking the footsteps of youth in growth, we begin to fall in life. This mark of growth allows us to blow the horn of youth, allowing questioning, doubt, escape, and restlessness to receive due recognition and venting.