Whose Youth Is Blooming

Youth is a book that is too hasty. When you hold it, you use up too much effort. When you look back, you realize that it was only for a moment. What you hold in your palm is youth, and what flows away from your fingers is also youth. In ten years, the passionate boy and the clear and sweet girl gradually turned into a stable and restrained warm-water frog, gradually sinking in the years. Youth is over, pain is passing away little by little along with joy, nothing can last forever.