It Will Hurt, It Will Hurt and It Will Be Youthful

Flowers bloom and fade, people come and go, those people and things, under the erosion of time, only the outlines remain. Those memories have long been deposited in the deepest part of my heart. The photos of youth, sandwiched in the album, are yellow and exude an old-fashioned atmosphere. The old story has been replaced by a new one. We are still us, but the identity of the protagonist has been changed. In this new identity, have we forgotten our youth? Five years have passed away quietly, and it has taken away a lot of things, including my youthfulness, tenderness, and the persistence of my youth. The youthfulness was washed away, leaving behind a mature atmosphere. People or things in the past are like a video, being ruthlessly cut out. In a blink of an eye, the youth that once belonged to us has ended with that night. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.