Time passes quietly,
The green years,
The childish and ignorant look last night can be seen at the fingertips,
Also washed away by time, it seems like two lifetimes,
Success or not,
They all packed their luggage and their moods,
With dreams, take away the youth,
Wipe away your own footprints and memories,
Continue to sketch your own script tomorrow
Intention: The world is undecided, you and I are both dark horses