The memories of my youth will always linger in my mind. The boy who loves to wear a blue plaid shirt, the girl who loves the boy. Graduation, farewell. Time passed, and the two met again, less of the tacit understanding they had before, and more of a stranger.
Is it possible that the love of youth is just a dream after all?
Many years later, when I recall that past event again and look at the destined people around me, I can only smile with relief.