In that story of loving him or loving her, I always thought that I was the one who needed love. But when the sunshine, rain and dew disappear one by one, our most innocent years are gradually fading away. I discovered that it turns out that we are all too young, so it is too easy to forget. After the memory was mottled, her smile made me feel stronger than that, just like heart palpitations; while he was still amusing himself and smiled more sincerely and dazzlingly than anyone else, just like the first time we met.