I would like to dedicate this document to that time that is always worth cherishing, for the youth that will never look back!
Time is like running water, gently slipping through the fingers. Youth, along with those young and frivolous days, slowly become a thing of the past as time goes by.
I walked alone on the empty street, letting the wind blow on my face, lift my coat, and swing wildly in the wind. All the past and all the feelings in my heart were scattered everywhere with the breeze, abandoned at that time, and passed away with the wind...