I gradually forget the initial appearance of love, but I will always remember that young man's pear-shaped smile.
Loved, hated, hurt each other.
The person I like the most is still him.
I asked her, what is love?
She said, I don't know, I only know that I like to see him smile, and I like him to laugh all the time. It doesn't matter what happens to me.
Time records events, remembering all the happiness and forgetting all the sadness.