Clouds drift at the edge of the sky, Luggage lies before us, and there is a road leading to the sun without boundaries. Along the way, green grass stretches endlessly, accompanied by youth; in the distance, yellow sands roll on, connected with maturity. We keep walking like this, day after day, year after year, listening to the wind carrying messages of rain, and the rain striking the drums of the lake. The rope of time will eventually become the lightning we throw into the sky.
Youth beats with vivid and colorful energy, laying the foundation of time with the many flavors of life. We cannot choose what the future holds. Life is like a horizon—running forward, we leave only an ever-lengthening silhouette behind. Everyone’s youth is a journey, moving farther and farther away from childhood and adolescence. Only later do we realize that the world is not as imagined; we may feel loneliness, face exclusion, cold stares, confusion, setbacks, and the hardships of life flowing like undercurrents into the river of existence. This is the journey that youth must go through.