I really never knew how colorful my youth was. No matter how wonderful the performance was, I could never sit in the audience and look at the energetic and passionate myself on the stage. I just secretly looked at the blurry shadow they took of me with a card camera, and found that I looked like a madman. Later, I gradually realized that it was youth. After hard work, fatigue, and craziness, everything was over. In the end, I was still myself, nothing had changed.
There has never been anything that can move me more than sitting down and writing some words. So I am also imagining that many years later, I will look at the broken words I once wrote for her, for her, or for her. At that time, will I be sad and sad by the heart-wrenching words, or will I laugh at myself more for being young and naive? No matter how you say it, you can never go back to your youth.