I lost my first love at the age of 17. I fell in love with you at an age when I didn't understand love. The sweet-scented osmanthus of that year still filled the campus with fragrance, but you left. In those days when I thought I would die of pain, you were a part of my entire youth, but it wasn't until the end that I realized that in the final cutscene, only your part was blank. Those people who fill my entire memory, where are you?
The light makeup is still the same as the new year's bamboo. In three years, when I opened the records of those years again, the smile is still there, the longing is still there, but youth is flying in a different space...