Some people say that youth is a book
Some people say that youth is a poem
I said, youth is like a day of non-stop rainstorms
The mudslide caused by heavy rain hinders my soul
I struggled desperately in the mud for a long time
But my soul remains motionless
So one day I stopped struggling
Let the suffocation from all directions embrace me
But one day
He suddenly came to me with the long-lost sunny day
But how long will the sunny weather stay?
Will there be another heavy rain after the sunny day?
Purpose: No one can be your light except yourself. The only one who can accompany you is you.