The passing days are like withered leaves and petals. What is fading away is the innocence and romance of youth. I don't remember how much rain floated on my chest and the wind sounded in my ears. I only know that the vicissitudes of life have already spread into my heart and climbed onto my face. When a person walks with pursuit, frustrations are companions, and tribulations are companions.

The passing days are like withered leaves and petals. What is fading away is the innocence and romance of youth. I don't remember how much rain floated on my chest and the wind sounded in my ears. I only know that the vicissitudes of life have already spread into my heart and climbed onto my face. When a person walks with pursuit, frustrations are companions, and tribulations are companions.