As students, we desperately rush towards love like moths to a flame, but in the end we can only end up in vain. In the face of friendship, we gradually understand that two people do not necessarily have to meet frequently to be called friends. I gradually learned to separate from my family. At the age of 19, we have gradually moved towards maturity without knowing it. Growth also lets us know the feeling of heartache, but when we feel heartache again, we are no longer able to cry.