I Still Remember

Youth is the madness of teenagers, the most beautiful years in the world. We will meet many people we will never meet again in this life, and we will do things that will never happen again in this life. Youth is the white hair mixed in the thick roots of young people. Listening to the wind, waiting for the wind to go. There are always so many regrets in the ignorant age. My youth was lost in growth, and I stepped through it, and it eventually bloomed with flowers. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.