Belongs to us, the story of youth.
The young man likes to look at the willow trees outside the window, swaying along with the sound of the wind, raising his head and thinking about profound questions that no one knows.
And I like to look at him and see the unquenchable spark in his eyes.
(This article is adapted from the author's real experience, please pay attention to lightning protection)
Intention: Just hide what you like in youth. Even if you regret it when you think about it later, at least you won't regret it.