In fact, I don't know how to tell such a story. Its nature has not been recognized by Vistas, so I don't know if it counts as love. I'm not sure whether everyone will meet a lover in their life that only they feel they love. As time passes, TA's existence will make you wonder if it was just a dream about your first love. Time flies by, and I stand at the tail end of my student days, struggling to capture the youthful and innocent feeling of love, and record my regretless youth that belongs to you. I don't know how many people have the same thought as me when they are quiet: time is a scrubbing cloth. The more you want to wipe the memory clean and clear, the faster the memory will become blurred. The once familiar feeling and familiar figure were recalled again and again, denied again and again, and finally became so unreal. Now those signs of my age are just signs. Therefore, people do not grow up slowly, but grow rapidly overnight. We need catalysts for growth. Certain people and certain things do not become the protagonists of life, but intentionally or unintentionally they become tools to promote our growth. I have seen many examples. Maybe everyone will thank the person who hurt him or her in the end. At least, it was the person who gave us a heart-breaking experience. People need heartache and tears. Heartache makes people real, and tears make people clear. They can prove that we are indeed still alive.