Morning and Evening

In the turbulent youth, some people came riding white horses, and some walked away on auspicious clouds. In the coming and going of people, separation and reunion, tangled emotions were intertwined. In such a youth, there once lived a lonely dead child in the heart of each of us. He always gritted his teeth and buried the pain in his heart and refused to talk about it. He always carefully hid his sensitive feelings and kept an invulnerable appearance. So we miss and lose the reunion, and then miss and lose again. Those young teenagers intertwined their lives together in the best years, intertwined and deeply rooted in the river of life like the roots of an oak tree, and learned to grow and love through separation and reunion again and again.