Youth is a bright wound, scattered youth. Scattered wounds allow us to have nowhere to place our youth, our first dreams, love, expectations, and happiness when we were young. It's not violent, but it's heartbreaking and thorough. The beauty that I expected when I was young was eventually diluted by reality as I grew up, and became old and pale. Our youth is always undergoing pain and failure over and over again, transforming from cocoon to butterfly. Our world is so beautiful, but it makes people cry. We struggle in our youth and escape in a hurry.
At our age, we only love lingering and plaintive love songs. Because we believe in love, but when we were young, we did not understand the true meaning of love. We would rather taste the fruit of love when it is not yet ripe, but it tastes bitter. I am often hurt in love, and the hurt is heartbreaking. But it's unclear whether the current love is the so-called love! The ignorant feelings between each other now make us love desperately. It was like a window, smashing him with all its strength, passing through the sharp glass, and using that bloody and mangled body to start another relationship. Is it true that only in this way can we understand love and grow?
Like the passing of time, it has not passed yet - it has become a tragedy