It's a farewell to the past.
A poem I loved when I was in high school
"It's useless to be longing for lovesickness, but it's just pure madness to feel melancholy."
Now I finally understand this poem,
There are too many clouds in this life, but they cannot create a beautiful dusk.
Going around in circles, it's not too late to be young seriously,
I can only start to grow old seriously.
"Since this world is one year old,
Why not let there be only dusk in the sky?"
I hope that the days to come will be quiet, and that when you look up, you will be filled with tenderness.
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