Repress Youth

I would like to dedicate this book to my gradually passing youth, to that rebellious and repressive era, and to the mother I love most in my heart... Youth only comes once, and we all have similar hearts, reveling in life and suppressing thoughts. I can't find the way to the future, but I abandon my ideals in a cool way. Youth only belongs to one era. My youth was a rebellious and restless era. Maybe people's natural wildness makes us pay a huge price for being careless. Maybe people are all animals that regret. We all have a time when no one knows or understands, such a time when we suppress regret... My youth, until now, has been a crazy and reckless yet repressive curve. Human growth really needs some losses to irrigate. When our dreams are broken, when our loved ones grow old or leave, we cry, feel pain, feel tired, and understand...