Seventeen years old, beautiful yet rebellious, sensitive yet fragile, playing a sad melody. At the age of seventeen, there are too many secrets hidden in my heart. At the age of seventeen, I was falling, more confused than ever before, unable to see the way forward. At the age of seventeen, my heart was tortured by reality and was very tired. Seventeen years old, so gorgeous that it is almost unreal. Those loneliness, those freedoms, those uninhibitedness, those pains must be buried with tears. The words gently touched my heartstrings, sad but also tough.