We are placed on the chessboard of destiny and have embarked on this long journey since birth. In middle school, I was silently stubborn because of an unfulfilled promise. In high school, I wrote unread poems between yellowed test papers. In the dusk of the university library, the outline of youth gradually blurred. When I look back in my old age, those tiny bits of happiness that have been filtered out by the times will eventually disperse like quicksand.
"Where is my hometown?" Facing the lights of thousands of homes in a lonely night in a foreign country, we always wake up in the middle of the night. From one city to another, we always carry the unopened loneliness. In this world full of regrets, we are always wandering.
Intention: youth