A cup of mocha, a story, a period of youth...
The years of youth will always leave the most beautiful memories in people's minds. I used to say that it's good to have memories, but at this moment, I am so eager for the opportunity to start over again, begging for your presence in my life.
The days in my memories are always much sunny. The sun shines with golden light, shining into the classroom through the window. The sunlight is so strong that people dare not open their eyes, but they can't help but look.
On the desk, the ray of sunlight just happened to shine on my textbook. I was holding a pen and calculating complex math problems. Suddenly, my heartbeat accelerated sharply and my blood seemed to boil. It turns out that you just walked past me.
First love always comes too fast, leaving people unprepared. Everything is so beautiful, but this ending...
Just like the acne that once bothered me, even if it disappears, it will leave a mark on the face. The same is true for first love. It leaves a sacred imprint in the heart. Every time you touch it accidentally, those deeply buried memories will gush out from the bottom of your heart like a fountain, flooding every inch of skin and every cell in your body. What flows in your blood are the laughter and tears of those years.
After leaving, everything will pass. I miss the people I should cherish. My fragile heart, which should be strong, stubbornly writes four words: youth without regrets.