Bright as a Song

When the wind carries away fragments of memory, and when we look back and can no longer grasp the tiny details that once moved us, we realize that everything has finally settled.

Those wild emotions drifting through barren years, those bright, smiling days, those people who once stayed by our side, whom we thought would never leave: where in the world have they scattered now?

Youth is an unavoidable storm in life, and the brightest song we will ever sing.

All of this is sketched in words upon the canvas of time, transforming into the warmest colors of our lives, never to fade.

After memories have freely written of that reckless, fleeting love, that deep and heartfelt friendship, and that warm, unrecognized family affection, we look back on those tender years and realize that youth has always been as bright as a song.

P.S. This is simply a warm story about youth: there is love amid the heartbreak, and heartbreak amid the love. The heroine isn't stupid or naive.

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