It is such a common topic. Children will frown and shout "old-fashioned" with disdain, and adults will smile slightly sadly. However, it only happens once in a lifetime. If you miss it, you will never be able to reset it and rewrite it. It is short-lived but gorgeous, and it cannot be described with any color or taste.
Youth.
At that time, when I fell in love with someone, it was not because he had a car or a house, but because the sun was shining that afternoon and he happened to be wearing a white shirt that I liked.
Looking at his back, I always feel so happy, yet so sad, as if he has been looking into the distance that I can't see.
Under the blue sky and white clouds in those years, we held hands, feeling palpitating, sad or moved, guarding the memory of our youth, crying, laughing and missing at the same time.