To commemorate those small but lingering youth in my memory.
The growth you have been talking about turns out to be just like this on the road.
You never say what you remember or forget. You just raise your eyebrows proudly and let the wind quickly blow away all the sorrow you remember. I know you are not pretending to be cool because you are worried about others. You are just afraid that you will remember too much and forget that person. You have been trying to stay at the original point, and you believe in the circle of fate.
This is not a traditional youth pain story. It is more like a lens that records our vague memories that have nothing to do with the plot but are related to the story as time slowly advances. Where will you put those ups and downs of pain and sneers, those past tendernesses and sorrows that have been buried in your heart, and when will you tell them to others?