Time is a thief, just like the song goes: Time is a journey with no return, both good and bad are scenery. But for youth, when you look back, there will be no good or bad, only the best three years that were stolen. The depth of beauty in memory is often directly proportional to the passage of time, and those scenery that passes before you can grasp it, are there really nothing left behind? For those people and things in our memories, there is as much melancholy as we have affection for them; as much reluctance as we have love for them. The years of youth will eventually turn into a dream that cannot be returned, allowing us to walk through that period of thousands of rivers and mountains again in countless late nights.
Purpose: To commemorate the green years that cannot be returned