Youth is like the little bird singing on the branch. It is so close and the song is so touching, but it seems that it can never be caught.
What I want to write is a story about youth. It's just that our youth was so beautiful that we forgot to keep it. And what will happen to Xiao He and I? I have no idea. How long is youth? It makes me unable to see the end, unable to guess the future, even afraid, unable to grasp the present...