Happiness, everything is still too late; and youth is a song, a song for a lifetime.
At our age, we have complex emotions that others cannot understand. Our sour and sweet emotions are always interpreted as childish by the world. Is youth so indifferent?
Let go, the only option is to suffer silently, because we can't find anyone to tell us, and the only one willing to listen to our cry is the yellowed diary. The words "I like you" that should have been said long ago were left until many years later...
Intention: