Afterword: Youth is Fading, See You at the Next Crossroad,This conclusion was vaguely sketched out half a year or even a year ago, or perhaps when I first started writing.,In my mind’s eye is always a scene – an evening twilight at the school music building during perhaps my tumultuous final year of high school. On the top floor of the music building, in one of the practice rooms, a girl plays her violin against the backdrop of the setting sun; she creates beautiful melodies that encapsulate all joys and sorrows alike. I hope you could hear this music.。