"The Summer Flowers Have Not yet Bloomed, but You Have Gone Far Away"

The autumn when I was fourteen was obviously very cold, but it was indeed as warm as summer. The seventeen-year-old is obviously very hot, but it is as cold and numb as winter. My twenty-year-old self finally let go of my sixteen-year-old self Even though I know it's meaningless, I can't help but cling to it Intention: youth