If reality is so sad, I would rather deceive myself that it is just a dream, but everything in reality reminds me that dreams that I cannot wake up from are not mirages after all. The ups and downs of fate, the ups and downs of human relationships, the process of life is so ups and downs, complicated, and how many bitter tears are flying behind the smile. In the chapters of memories, who freezes whose beauty and gentleness into eternity, turning it into a trace that will never fade away in my heart. I would like to use this document to give me the lost youth.