There are always some people who perform scenes of joy or sorrow when we are seventeen or eighteen years old.
There are always those people who shared the hardships in our once arrogant youth and never left us.
And when we stand at the intersection now, looking back at the unruly and domineering past, we can only smile lightly.
No one is sorry for anyone, and no one can't live without anyone.
It's just that there are always some people who feel that they will never forget something when they encounter or happen it.
However, as time goes by. Those things that I have never forgotten have always been forgotten in the cracks of time.
It's just that sometimes a casual look back pulls out many unprovoked clues.