First love is the most beautiful feeling, but I think at least there is love. And if the two of them couldn't exchange a few words during the more than ten years from childhood to youth, then what does that mean? I'll just treat it as first love. Because of my reserve, I remained silent; because I didn't understand, you misunderstood me; because of my pride, we rubbed shoulders. Whether it is throbbing or sighing, write down the past with words, and let the innocence be sealed in your and my youth, and let the years be quiet.