The lost youth, turning the annual rings, is like a stubborn epiphyllum seed, knowing that blooming is only a moment of beauty, but also stubbornly breaking through the ground and growing up without hesitation in the face of wind and rain.
When the wheel of life runs over the memory, leaving a kiss of years, we know that life is like a big wave. Washed away the laughter and hardships of former friends, leaving only myself and my fragmented memories and looming expectations for the future.
When you are away from sadness, don't hate people's feelings. It seems that life is a constant experience of parting, constantly burying the sadness of parting in the depths of my heart, and being alone in an unknown corner. It's as if life is watching friends around me change from old to new, but I tried my best to keep them but I couldn't, so I was still lonely and began to enjoy loneliness.
Heart, imprisoned in the darkness of separation and loneliness, gradually matures. Like endless epiphyllum seeds hidden under the soil, they grow tenaciously. When it broke free from imprisonment and was reborn, it gained temporary beauty. What blooms is the eternal hope in the deep heart and the most dazzling light of youth.
Write a hymn for youth, and let the train of life move forward happily in the hymn, just like sand falling from the fingertips, grain after grain, grain after grain, with endless sand in front, and memories staying back at the fingertips.