I think everyone has their own story and their own view of love. We are sad for love, cry for love, and laugh for love. Everything seemed so natural. We feel love, think about love, and look forward to romantic and heart-warming plots. Some love will become the past, and some love will stay in the heart. Those crazy days of love are the best diary of youth. We run into the ocean of love. Even on that day when I was disillusioned, I still have memories that will make me smile. I think there are people like me! After waiting and experiencing, I slowly become mature. We are growing up day by day, moving towards our own dreams step by step, working hard for this, and tasting all kinds of tastes for this. That is our own story and the footprints of our lives.