Ask for a psychological test. There is a man named Xinyue Palace.

The rain of youth makes me tired and regretless.

The rain of youth makes me ecstatic but haggard,

Gentle wind, gentle dreams, gentle morning sleepiness,

Light clouds and light tears, light years;

With the joy of wandering, I will never come back.

No one hints at the bitterness in the young mind,

Every golden sunset will go to fear,

Every drop of transparent dew washes away the melancholy of precipitation;

The rain of youth makes me tired and regretless.

The rain of youth makes me ecstatic but haggard,

Lingering clouds, lingering tears, lingering morning sleepiness,

Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years. ...