Faced with the strange feelings towards the opposite sex that sprout in adolescence, different people have different ways. Some people choose to be desperate and move forward bravely; some people choose to bury it deep in their hearts and savor it carefully. Youth is beautiful, youth is our capital for adventure, youth is our excuse for willfulness. The word youth may seem simple, but it is full of dreams and absurdities we once had. Everyone must pay for their own youth. Maybe we will miss our life because of our absurdity, maybe we will regret our life for our cowardice, or maybe we will be happy for our sanity. Youth is our own youth