That Year, We Were Underage

We have all forgotten that time, and we have all blurred what it looked like at that time. We have all stubbornly resisted the passage of time We can never go back to the way we were in love This is how we grow up We just forget each other How should I pray that when we meet again, I will no longer feel melancholy? How should I pray that we may not be like strangers? Just like we once prayed devoutly, we can never be separated