Growth is an unstoppable train that rumbles past our youth full of flowers and weeds.
We stretched out our hands and tried desperately to save it, but it still rumbled past without leaving any room. ． ．
Should we forget those friendships and loved ones that are about to pass away, or should we keep them in mind?
Or bury them in your heart. ． ．
I love you, goodbye. ． ．
The one I love, our youth.