Once i thought growing up was a sign of success, naively believing that by then my dreams would be within easy reach and happiness would come effortlessly. So I wrote my aspirations on a kite and ran as hard as i could, lifting the kite higher and higher. But the higher it flew, the further it drifted away, and eventually, I could not find it anymore.
曾经我以为长大是成功的标志，纯粹认为到那时候梦想会唾手可得，幸福是轻而易举，于是我把期盼写在风筝上，我极力奔跑，带着风筝越飞越高，可它越飞越远，后来再也找不回来了。
