Perhaps it is a bit inappropriate to use the vicissitudes of life to describe our seventeenth youth. After all, the feeling given to people is still too childish and cannot be compared with those who have experienced the bitterness of the world. Perhaps, at this moment, we can only use paleness to express our seventeen-year-old sky.
I don't know when we started to learn to be sentimental, learn to hide, learn to forget feelings and love, and learn to be persistent in things, just because it is youth, a young and frivolous youth.
