Youth is like an endless train, with people coming and going in the car. I sat in the last row and watched the farce with a half-smile. In a blink of an eye, I saw you by the window. Such a clean smile implanted itself in my heart. Maybe, maybe if I stayed for a second, I would see the way you turned to look at me. Maybe, maybe the next second you would still get off the bus in a disciplined manner. Youth is made up of countless passes and collisions. No one can change it. After all, tomorrow is another day.
Wen Nan, I'm sorry.
I graduated, and it felt like I had a century-old dream. The dream was full of unfinished things and people I had never loved. At the end of my youth, I want to build a blue tomb for them to commemorate my dying youth.