I remember that time, and all the memories were pervasive.
No matter where I go, familiar streets or school rooftops will always have the past.
I said, no matter the vicissitudes of life, as long as you look back, I will always be here.
At that time, I desperately didn't want to remember, but later, I turned to narrating non-stop, like a storyteller telling those things about you.
Now, I have mostly forgotten about it. I only remember that snake fruit and your appearance back then. I no longer talk heart-to-heart about the past with my friends. I'm tired of talking about it.
Nowadays, I don't like her, but I miss her from time to time.
Farewell, my 17-year-old, my teenager.
An accident brought me back to 11 years old.
When you have to do it all over again, who will you choose?
Family, friendship, and love are full of life and constitute a different life for each of us.