Isn't it true that the love we encounter in our youth cannot hold hands until the end? That doesn't matter, after you let go, I will just catch you again. No matter you leave or leave, as long as I stand here, there will always be a moment when you look back.
I always thought it was me chasing after you, but it wasn't until years passed that I realized that it was actually you who had been waiting for me in front. Even if I fell down and refused to get up, you never put down your outstretched hand.