Youth is a river in time. We row a boat on this river, admiring the scenery on both sides of the river while slowly moving along the river. No matter what happened in the past, no matter what the future holds, at least we can leave unforgettable memories in our ordinary youth with mediocre but passionate stories. Born in the ordinary, loved by ignorance, hurt by frivolity, and scattered by separation, this is our youth.
Intention: There is no such thing as vigorous youth, there is only an ordinary life.