Treasure the Youth

On a summer afternoon, white clouds drift outside the window, much like the lightness I feel at this moment. Birds are chirping in the sky, much like the joy in my heart.

It seems a little lonely, but at this moment, I am truly happy.

The simple moments quietly slip away beside me, and I make no effort to hold them back. Sometimes, we need to indulge ourselves and fully enjoy these beautiful moments.

Yes, such indulgence is also a way of life. Spring comes and goes, cherries have ripened several times, and bananas have turned green a few times. We, too, must be vibrant and full of life, savoring and embracing this life in its fullness.

After a rain, the air is fresh, gentle, and transparent. Accompanied by this wonderful time, we squander a little of the time that belongs to us.

Vivid, intense.

The flowers bloom in succession, with some withering while others bloom anew. The withered ones still remain on the branches, their melancholy traces like delicate lines deep within the heart, densely arranged, quietly sorrowful.

Looking at the clouds outside the window, there is a coolness in the air, almost within reach. It is a season of longing, and even though there is a tinge of sadness, it feels unusually warm and sweet.

These days, longing is often replaced by sorrow.

The warm, cool, bright, and dark moments seem distant from me. Yes, sometimes, if we don't want to reminisce, we should simply let go gently, like a fallen flower still clinging to the branch. It evokes pity and heartache.

Perhaps, when my appearance grows old, my heart will remain young. I will treasure the past, treasure my youth, deep in my heart. Sometimes, my wishes are simple. I just want to hold onto a cup of milk tea I love, remembering those moments that will never return, calmly, and cleanly.

I love those drifting clouds—mysterious and elusive; carefree, composed, and calm. The clouds appear so happy. How wonderful.

The air carries the smell of damp earth, and I enjoy this scent, as if it has some hidden allure.

A cool feeling surrounds me. Is autumn coming?

When autumn comes, will it be a time of harvest or loss? I don’t know.

I always think optimistically that I should be happy. When autumn arrives, I believe there will be some harvest, whether much or little, I should face it with a happy heart.

After all, harvest always brings joy.

On those blue-skied days, I linger in my longing, much like the drifting clouds. No matter where they stay, they always cast a reflection on the heart of youth.

The fleeting years rush by, but when I look back, I realize that youth is a time worth treasuring.