There is no clouds at dusk, why is it dusk?
What is youth without you?
When I was a teenager, I met a young man who was as bright as the breeze and the moon. I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to love him. I fantasized about the ending and was also afraid of the continuation, but when I woke up from a nightmare, the ending was a complete failure. Youth passes away, teenagers leave, but life goes on. In the end, he only lives in my memory.