In the new summer, the cicadas chirp and you.
"If pessimism is something engraved in your bones, will you always be like this?"
Autumn is here, the leaves are still green, and colorful admission notices are flying all over the sky.
"Just move forward, and I will patch up the colorful youth behind you."
The sky is filled with snow like catkins, and the intertwined branches are as messy as hemp.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, you'd better be someone else's sincere puppy!"
As long as spring lasts, flowers will bloom year after year.
"Don't be pushy, I've always been like this."
Concept: All youth is like a lamp, washed away in the rain, but burning when wet - Pablo Neruda