For a long time before I started writing this lengthy article, my mind kept flashing fragments of scenes recording the ups and downs of the past few years for the few of us. I don't know what it feels like in my heart, maybe it was an opportunity that allowed us to meet again during the summer vacation of our freshman year, so the childish, selfish, unreasonable, and provocative high school student that I had kept away suddenly reappeared in my mind. She reminded me that I had lived so hysterically, so afraid of being alone, and living without a sense of security. Now, I am going to start writing this article, which is a portrayal of my long, complicated and contradictory youth.
I have always felt that the time we spent together is spiritual. No matter what hardships it has endured, it will return to its original shape as time goes by, and the stinging pain will eventually turn into water-like tenderness. In this way, no matter what kind of cracks there are, one day, it will still come back to me brilliantly.