When we were young, the people we loved were stubborn and clinging to them.
Even the stupid things she did for him, the strong drinks she drank, and the tears she shed all seemed like yesterday.
I was very young once, so my youth was squandered without any reason.
But now his body is covered with scars, and he is afraid that it will be difficult to return to the hinterland.
After many years, will everything buried by time remain the same as before?
Is it still what we expected from the beginning?