Ten Years, Passing Through Youth

Youth is like a glass of wine, some people drink it and taste its bitterness; Youth is like a painting, either colorful or alternately gray and white. Youth, like a seed, once bloomed into gorgeous flowers, flowing freely, but after blooming, only the intertwined roots are left deep in the heart. Youth is always present, and everyone is just a temporary passer-by in its beautiful scenery. Passing through youth for a while, my heart was stranded for a lifetime... Is there your shadow in their youth?