There is a song that goes like this:
"I was once too young, but I was absolutely sincere. The love you gave me was willful, and I didn't understand the love that blooms only once. I was once too young, and my tears were pure and transparent. I still believe in your determination."
Although love in youth is ignorant and sentimental, it is definitely sincere. In the memory, the boy was still standing in the wind, reaching out and touching the fine bangs on her forehead. The pain the boy gave her was so unforgettable, but it was strange that when she looked back at her memories, they were filled with warm images.
It is said that the human brain has the function of forgetting pain, and it seems to be true. I hope that all the pain can really be forgotten, so that we can love the world and our lives without resentment, just like we have never been hurt.