I was lucky enough to be illuminated by the light, and I also wanted to be the light. In the darkness that shrouded the girl, Yao Yi's light tore a crack in the lonely shadow for her, and from then on, the sunlight scattered.
My childhood dream was you.
The desolate heart of the young man was sown with hope by the warmth of early winter, and green shade grew in the wilderness. From then on, the grass grew and the orioles flew.
The boy's dream is you.
Intention: Use a story to commemorate my dead youth.