When the hibiscus blooms, the sky is pink.
Youth is always fulfilled with setbacks. They all have past pain, each of them is holding on to this unspeakable secret, and they all yearn for the sunshine. At the end, some people hugged each other to warm each other, some people still missed the past, and some people let go and were themselves.
Hibiscus flowers are tough, timeless, and beautiful.
It felt painful at the time just because we were in it. At that time, time has passed, and we have all escaped from that strange circle. Perhaps we will only smile indifferently towards our past selves, without any praise or criticism, and we don't care.