Youth is so vulnerable! With fresh, young face and bright smiles, you were eager to start your life. You thought the future would be rich and colorful. You believed in love, and dreamt one day Mr./Mrs. Right would show up to make your life complete. You refused to regard yourself as someone whose whole life would be tired to a series of monotonous and uncreative jobs. Certainly you would be different, because you were the chosen one, sooner or later, you would stand out of the rest and become someone really special.

      The seasons came and went, and each season brought a new portion of reality to you. Day after day, routine hard work in a small office have taken up most of your time, and left little room for surprises in life. You began to accept the idea of drifting along like this. Out and in of the relationships, you were taught that break up would never be the end of world. And the person you desperately clung to perhaps would not be the one you loved. It was the fear of being along. This could never be a pleasant process of growing up.

       This time you got hurt, and you would learn how to defend yourself next time. The critical truth is, the more you learn to protect yourself, the little you get hurt, and, the harder you could get happy. So you see, time is really not the healer because the wounds are still there. It's the youth that being killed. Each succeeding year had left its own mark upon you, a kind of hardness, like the annual rings of the tree. Until one day, part of your heart became cemented and refused to open to anybody. The feeling of hurt had gradually disappeared and been replaced by a feeling of coldness and emptiness.

         You looked in the mirror and received Time's message:" The youth is murdered." Seeing your own reflection, you found small wrinkles near the edges of your eyes and deeper cynical hard lines ran from your face. Perhaps there would be still traces of the fresh young person who was so vulnerable and so sensitive, who would cry for a tiny failure he made, who would lay awake waiting for someone special's phone call, or would got drunk several days when a relationship was over. And you would realize how desperately you would miss that person