Little Retail Investor

After the joyful gathering comes the quiet scattering, by the gentle banks of Jiangnan. The sunset fades, the moon hangs low on the horizon, ginkgo leaves turn yellow, and the swings lie abandoned in the autumn grass. The wind chimes at the corridor’s corner still seem to choke back sobs; the laughter of those days has been torn away by the wind. A bicycle rusts beneath the parasol tree, an empty school uniform folded away, hiding a thousand tangled feelings. If you ask what this heart is missing, it is the rain beyond the half-lit window.

Theme: You are the source of my countless thoughts