Many times, the things we have experienced will play back in our lives like an old movie, blooming enchantingly every day. Perhaps, some memories have become desolate over the years, but we are still experiencing everything in life in this desolation. In the mottled years, there are many mottled dots, which make us meditate forever and immerse ourselves in all the memories forever.
Many times, when many years of youth are sorted out, they have become redundant memories with nowhere to live. Every time period has its own memories that are suitable for this period of time. Sometimes you forcefully piece together this memory that does not belong to your current life and put it together in the present moment, and then there is nowhere to put the superfluous memories.
But sometimes, some people once had nowhere to put their youth. In such years, when you discover the people you once loved, the things you did, and then an irreversible nightmare, you will feel that there is no place for this period of youth. This period was once ferocious, so the memory is pale and yellow.
All of us want to leave a lot of beautiful memories of youth in the most beautiful period of youth. However, many times, many things and many years do not go as planned, causing us to miss a lot of beauty in our wandering. In our entanglement, we overlook a lot of innocence.
A youth festival to commemorate those past memories. . . . . .