The secret of youth is like a vine that grows day and night and wraps around the heart tightly. The complex thoughts are like thick ink rendering the whole summer. The boy rode his bicycle all the way north against the hot monsoon wind. The wind blew his shirt like undefeated pure white flowers in full bloom.
The young man who always stands in the north and smiles is like the only light in the dark youth of Khotan.
The youthful years, a letter that cannot be opened, an unspeakable secret.
The summer when the temperature disappears is like a cold dream.