Everyone has their own youth, whether it is beautiful or heart-breaking. Ever since he met her, he has been unable to extricate himself. "It's so easy to like you, but so difficult to love you." "He has loved me for a long time. Since we couldn't be together before, now..." It was silent but painful to the bones. Youth is a wound. Time passes and the wound heals, but it can never go back to the beginning, but the pain is still there. "I still love you, what do you want me to do!" This is their youth, but it seems to be the youth of each of us.