The heartbeat of my youth is like the grass on a midsummer night, which can never be cut and burned
When the wind blows, the wild grass reaches the sky.
The withered yellow leaves carry the unfinished heartbeat of youth, and the autumn wind blows with a sour yet sweet scent.
All encounters seem to be accidental, but all partings and reunions seem to be deliberately planned.
Purpose: Please cherish the people you met when you were young