Our youth always stops and goes, going through thorns and thorns in order to find what we think is the other side full of flowers.
Every day, every moment, every minute, every second, we are fighting.
Fight against reality, fight against pressure, fight against all the unfairness we think and the pain and unwillingness that cannot be accepted by ourselves. Therefore, there is pain, joy, sadness and joy along the way, and these eventually turn into the word growth.
In the end, we discovered that everything we fought against at the beginning became the armor we wore when we faced the world alone and faced loneliness.
Some people, wearing their own armor, still rushed forward to the giant windmill in their eyes, unwilling to admit defeat; some people just stroked the scars and lines on the armor, saying to themselves with nostalgia on their faces that this was proof of my unruly and youthful frivolity.
There is still a long way to go in the future. Will the confusion, pain, and loneliness we experienced as young people become unforgettable memories of failure and glory in the future?
Conception: