In a sense, the world that the teacher's ideal model painted for us, whether it was false or utopian, was once the belief of a generation.
Now, under such a sky, I don't know what kind of life we are still looking forward to.
But finally I accepted it. The sky is blue, the grass is green, the sun is red, and the clouds are white. People are easy to change and even easier to forget.
How wonderful it is to be color-blind, with black and white being clear and no gradients.