She is like a piece of raw wood exuding a faint charm of agarwood, always lying quietly in an unknown corner, growing up in loneliness. The time of young people is always like a slippery catfish that makes people panic and cannot catch it. It loses their hands with fun and ignorance, splashes into the water, and disappears in the blink of an eye. There are too many people in this world who will pass you by, and not every one of them will be unforgettable for you. There are too many people who just burst into your life unexpectedly, teach you a painful lesson, then clapped their hands and left without any attachment, but you overestimated their presence in your life. Life is fleeting, and if you don't express sorrow, your youth cannot bear to look back, but he feels that the past can only be recalled.