Youth is a precious time and the most brilliant chapter in our lives. In the journey of youth, we may meet our first love. The beauty of first love, the ignorance of first love, and the throbbing of first love are all precious memories of our youth.
However, youth is like a dream, and time flies by. First love may leave regrets, or it may come true, but no matter what, they are part of our growth.
My memory has always been bad. Maybe one day I will forget your name, voice, and big palms, but I will never forget that I loved you.
