The Heavy Rain in Youth Will Eventually End

"That year, the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant because of you, and the sugar handed out during the blackout night was sweet but astringent. I spent 1,629 days writing a poem that never ended, and under the black umbrella of the adult ceremony, I finally learned to draw the unfinished periods into a youth memorial book." Purpose: To write about some adolescent regrets and unrequited crushes