First love is unforgettable and pure love. There is bitterness and sweetness, laughter and tears, sadness and joy. We can't predict the time of love, and we can't control the movement of our thoughts. We can only hold on to a piece of our heart, a piece of missing, and a piece of memory that belongs to us. . .
This is the love of our youth, both romantic and plain, but it is the most beautiful memory of our lives. It is buried deep in our hearts and quietly emerges in our minds in the dead of night, quietly enjoying this unique beauty. . .