Behind the gray, dreams are hidden, and the stars are far away, blurring the youth. The shooting stars I have seen have disappeared before I could reach out. Those wishes, I wonder if they have caught up, can accompany the shooting stars and stop in another sky.
The middle school days have long passed, but when I look back, I still feel so nostalgic for its youthfulness and its laughter. Nostalgia for it makes me feel the germination of youth.