Memories of Hanchuan: To the Youth That Will Eventually Disperse

I thought we would be friends for life. But later, some were crushed by their parents' expectations, some got lost in love, and some forever stopped at eighteen.

If youth is destined to be a heavy rain, then none of us managed to retreat unscathed. Those unspoken affections, those farewells not held back, those hatreds not reconciled in time... ultimately, all became the most painful scars of youth.

"Later, the winds of Hanchuan never blew back to the days of youth."