13 Years old, childish and innocent; 16 years old, ignorant and contradictory; 18 years old, longing and stubborn; 22 years old, confused and at a loss; 27 years old, cautious and calm...
When I met him at the age of 13, he had the freedom and clarity of love and hate like a knight; when I was 16 years old, I was waiting for him, breaking free from the shackles and cutting through thorns with my sword to open up my own path; when I was 18 years old, I gave up and understood calmness and peace in the thorns; when I was 22 years old, I accompanied him with the shadow of the former self, who was free and easy, had courage, and had hard work; who did I meet at the age of 27?