When we were young, we met and fell in love, even if the final ending was disappointing, it was still beautiful to me.
Those young feelings can never be erased or let go in my life.
Perhaps ambiguous and hesitant feelings will become more profound as we age.
Memories have polished the sharpness of the memory image, and the colors have changed from bright to warm, but every time I look at it, I still feel so sad.
They are all times I can't get back!
I will never fall in love with a boy like them again, once is enough.
Later, I just wanted to find someone in the vast sea of people. The relationship didn't need to be vigorous, but only a light dependence, as solid as a rock.