At the end of the strange road, a cup of bleak and white fleeting time is thrown away. How many weak human feelings can retain the regret of being nourished and buried poorly? At the end of the melancholy elegy, a so-called condolence for the lonely love under this silent green monument is given? And in this world, between life and death, how many bitter souls of love wander into the emptiness, but they can no longer find a trace of memory in this world.
I know some people can't be forgotten, even if they were gone when you were growing up. But they are engraved on your lifeline and are indelible. Let us do two things throughout our lives for these marks: remember them, or search for them.
"Youth Festival" takes us back to the painful memories of youthful love!