A meteor trailing brilliant white light, like a little sprite in the dark night, heralds the beginning of the magnificent feast of youth.
In my childhood, I often wondered: Why is the city's night so profound, so vast that only the pale moonlight remains in the endless sky? "It is to welcome the most magnificent moments of your life." "When will that be?" "Soon, very soon. You just need to seize it with all your heart."
As if by appointment, streaks of burning white lines follow one another, striving to leave their passion and stubbornness in that deep sky. In that moment, the silent heavens seem filled with that fervent white glow.
With childhood's longing for youth, I have entered this vibrant era. During these energetic years, I have shed bitter tears and shared brilliant smiles; I have felt hopeless about the future, yet I have never stopped striving for my dreams; I once lived only for myself, but I have also learned to dedicate myself to others. These memories will eventually leave an eternal mark in the sky of my memory.
Gradually, the light fades into the deep horizon, but hasn't the imprint of youth always remained in that vast, endless sky?