Spring Will Come Again

"I have seen the withering of ten thousand kinds of flowers in countless moments, but I have never seen the evergreen trees in an hour." Lin You never thought that he would be sad for spring and autumn at any unknown time. The clouds and moon on the road were hidden, a few stars were scattered, the afterglow of the night was unclear, and Lin You's shadow seemed to be there and gone. The white shoes were stained with mud, and the small and narrow road was mixed with leaves and grass and still a little wet. Lin walked back and forth on this road again, not knowing the beginning and the end. His unhurried pace drew a circle of youth, and the mud stains on the road finally became the end of ten years. I stood in the middle of another road, not knowing if it meant anything. I just waited silently, waiting for the arrival of the next spring.