Does love in youth not count as love? Why do you still worry about it till now? When I dream back at midnight, I always ask myself if I hadn't been so stubborn at the time, could the ending have been a little bit more perfect? Questions without answers were asked to myself over and over again. In the silent night, I suddenly remembered a song, "Later, I finally learned how to love. Unfortunately, you were already far away and disappeared into the sea of people. Later, I finally understood in my tears that some people will no longer be there once they miss you." A simple story that happened in youth, some real feelings, and ingenious writing, just to remember my youthful years.