Travel Diary on the Road

Every period of youth that grows in sadness has its light before the night approaches dawn. The flowing fireflies caused floods and buried the dormant grass seeds underground, taking root and sprouting and blooming into strange flowers. So the fleeting time is not the fleeting year, time is lost to time. They were lonely, they were grieving, they pushed open the closed door closed by the setting sun, they laughed heartlessly and cried heartbreakingly.