My Future Days

Time is like a horse whipping forward, and the sun and moon are like falling flowers and flowing water. In the blink of an eye, I turned twenty-one, and the joy of those years seemed like yesterday. I often thought I was a child, wearing a suit and pretending to be an adult. Unexpectedly, overnight, with the caress of time, I had already lost the youthfulness I had before, the sharpness before, and became introverted. I wanted to be happy, but found that happiness belonged to them, and I had nothing.