Lost Snow Kite

The restless night, the uneasy factor, the crazy Nightwing, the young and frivolous, how many fights, how many injuries he suffered; the raining apricot blossoms, the falling acacia, the rain kite in the memory, calm and quiet, picking up how many fallen flowers, and how many memories were swept away. Traveling between reality and memories, growing up in joy and pain, laughing and crying, pain and hurt, youth that is obviously stunningly beautiful is always full of scars, and as time passes, I wish I could still be treated with tenderness.