Everyone has their youth, when we are simple, persistent, passionate, and treat everyone we meet as indispensable.
We long for friendship without distinction between each other, long for the boy we love to stay in our eyes longer, and long for everything to be as I wish.
However, when we stand on the other side many years later and look back on the time when we were young and paid tribute with pain, we will find that our young self is like a lonely boat on the sea, destined to be separated from the shore.