Once when I was young, I had my childhood sweetheart by my side. He would play basketball and I would cheer for him. Lying in front of the window, leaning my head, he smiled and I giggled.
When I was young, I was accompanied by my best friends and best friends, visiting boutiques, chatting, and telling my little secrets.
Once when I was young, I was cared for and accompanied by my relatives. Time flies, the years are ruthless, the gentle words and kind faces are no longer there.
Now that we have grown up, busy with work, and immersed in the pain of the past, love is no longer transparent, and friendship has disappeared. We stand in the noisy street, looking at each other speechlessly. Is it you who has changed, or me?
The cost of growing up turns out to be so high. I don't want to grow up, get lost in the bustling city, or live without you in my life, but can I do everything I want?
After all the turmoil, I still hold on to the love that remains for the rest of my life. After seeing the changing scenery, I began to like myself, my original self.