What is coming is reality, what is fleeting is youth.
When we face the reality, we are still fighting, but war has already invaded us when we step out.
Love is not a conquest that hinders growth, nor is it a butcher knife that kills youth.
I have seen too much growth, but I don't know what growth is. I have experienced too much love, and how to cherish it.
The story of growth is that only after being covered with bruises can the scales have a harder and thicker callus.