Eighteen years old, how do you define your eighteen years old? Is it an unforgettable trip, a vigorous love, or... We will eventually walk through the long river of time with steady steps, leaving a trace of our existence in this bustling world. When we stop and look back at our past selves, will we have any different feelings? After the age of eighteen, our lives seem to have been pressed on the accelerator button. We are constantly running around and busy day after day. Only sometimes at night do we take out the past and secretly reminisce about it. Each of us has a little white boat in our heart, which carries our most innocent ideals, our most shy secrets, or memories we don't want to mention. I hope that our little white boat will not be submerged by the long river of time, and it will carry the best of us and sail to the horizon.
Intention: Youth