A shooting star trailing a scorching white light, like a sprite in the darkness, pulled back the curtain on the upcoming feast of youth.
In my childhood, I often wondered why the night in the city was so deep, so profound that the vast sky was left with only the pale moonlight. I asked myself, “Is this to welcome the magnificent moments in your life?” “When will that be?” “Soon, soon, but you must seize it with your heart.”
As if by appointment, lines of burning white streaked one after another, eager to leave their fervor and stubbornness on this deep sky. In that instant, the silent sky seemed filled with that scorching white.
Carrying the childhood longing for youth, I stepped into this vibrant era. I have shed bitter tears but also worn brilliant smiles; I have felt that the future was hopeless but have always strived for my dreams; I have been self-centered but have also learned to give to others. These memories will forever leave an eternal mark in the sky of my memories.
Gradually, the light faded into the deep horizon. But isn't the trace of youth always present in that boundless sky?