This is a tragedy of love, but it is also a drama of growth. Many times, our youth is not just pure laughter and tears, but also contradictions and melancholy... Maybe no one knows whether our hearts have become silent after many years, but those things that have passed have already been deeply imprinted in our hearts. At that time, that place and that person were the beautiful things I missed in my life. Now, all that is left are messy but organized marks. However, what you miss will never stop you...