A meteor trailing a blaze of white light, like a little sprite in the dark night, pulled the curtain open for the upcoming feast of youth.
When I was little, I often wondered: why is the night in the city always so profound, so deep that only the pale moonlight remains in the vast, endless sky? “That is to welcome the magnificent moments in your life.” “When is that?” “Soon, soon, but you must seize it with your heart.”
As promised, lines of burning white streaks succeeded one another, eager to leave their fervor and stubbornness in this profound sky. In that instant, it seemed as if the silent sky was filled with that scorching white.
Carrying the longing for youth from my childhood, I stepped into this vibrant era. During this time, I have shed bitter tears but also bloomed with brilliant smiles; I have once felt hopeless about the future but have always strived hard for my dreams; I have once been self-centered but have also learned to dedicate myself to others. These memories will eventually leave eternal marks in the sky of my memory.
Gradually, the light faded into the profound horizon, but aren't the marks of youth always present in that vast, endless sky?