In the autumn of a small northern town, she walked into my sixteenth year with a smile.
After several separations and pulls, we lost to youth and reality.
Later, when I fell into depression, she said goodbye to campus and went south to make a living.
I gave up college and went to her city, but it was difficult to get along with her in the same city.
When you meet in private, things change and people change;
The joy of youth has ended long ago, and for the rest of my life, there are only memories to remember.
Intention: Looking back at the regrets of youth, accepting the bifurcation of life trajectories, and letting go of the joys of youth and the failure to seek for them.