That year, my youth was in vain.
That year, when we were young, we were at a loss when faced with unfamiliar emotions.
That year, weakness was synonymous with us, and we only knew how to escape from choices.
That year, I wanted to live absurdly and wantonly, not living up to my years.
That year, I didn't know how to miss each other until we were separated. Say goodbye to drunkenness, who is it?
The rain of that year, the wine of that year, the feelings of that year, we got to know each other once.