Youth has passed away like this. I saw you wearing a wedding dress, with beautiful makeup, walking onto the stage surrounded by a group of relatives and friends.
I saw the groom, wearing a crisp suit. Although he was a little embarrassed in front of everyone, he still had a bright smile on his face.
So, I tried desperately to put my lost youth into words, or maybe it was a trace that existed in my mind.
I think that everything that flashes across our memory is a burst of brilliant fireworks. Even though it is beautiful, it still disappears.
I hid under the sloshing glass of wine, looking at the blurry and unfamiliar places, and saw the pictures that disappeared from my sight and were frozen in the flash.
It's a pity that those who disappeared will still appear, and those who have gone far will come back.
Then the sound of typing on the keyboard came like raindrops.
Those mixed with trivial and subtle emotions turned into wordless poetry, I said to myself, in fact, this is growth.
Even though growing up is painful, we have no choice.