So many things are gone, like fireworks lost to the wind, gone before I could even say goodbye., Forty-Year-Old Men
We are the post-90s generation.
When the post-80s generation became all the rage, we were quietly enjoying our own lives.
One day, A Gan said sadly, “We have nothing but words and music.”
I smiled and said, “We still have ourselves. We still have hope.”
We are the passionate post-90s generation.
We can crank Mayday's “Stubborn” up until it deafens us, then happily sing and shout along. When the song ends, we look at each other, tears streaming down our faces.
We are the melancholy post-90s generation.
We can hear a song like “Just an Ordinary Person” and be moved to tears, then lick each other's wounds like injured little beasts.
We are the post-90s generation.
We laugh as we cry.
We may be disappointed, but we will never despair.
We once shone brightly, once burned with passion,
so we have no regrets,
because we were born for love…
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