No one's youth will still exist, and one day the days we are proud of will be gone. It's not so much a story as it is my experience. It's the ending of a fantasy where I miss my college days and the people who were around me, or the people I like and like me. The passage of time will take away my wonderful years, and it will also take away the memories that I cherish so much, as well as the people who I cherish who left behind memories.
Our love, our hate, all the good things we have experienced are gone. Only by giving up the past can we move forward to the future, but can we lose the memories?
It ends as it happens. What does a woman have experienced before she has grown? She will not understand until she loves less and suffers more. It's such a woman and such a story. I hope those of you who read it will think about it and understand it??????
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