Belated Rainy Season

How can youth be so easy and calm? At least the sun sets in the west and gradually fades into the dusk. Like countless passers-by, they walk through the time inadvertently. It may be the flowering season of sixteen years old, or it may be the rainy season of seventeen years old. We will eventually pass by. Fate meets and breaks up. People come and go. There is not much sadness, but at least there are stories that need to be told one by one.