A person's youth, walking alone through that sea of flowers and that rainforest, are you lonely, are you scared, well, a little.
The youth of two people is hazy and pure. They are no longer afraid of the night road. They no longer interpret youth alone. Is it sweet? Yes.
No matter how bitter a person is, you know it yourself, and you don't have to avoid the eyes of others. No matter how sweet you are, you don't have to worry about other people's coveted looks. It's your own, exclusive.
There is inevitably friction and contradiction between these two people. They are destined to be supporting roles, but they are always by the hero's side. What is their identity? Ridiculous.
Our story is destined to be recorded on the tip of my pen and forgotten in my heart. This time, it will not be sensational or pretentious.
Youth Essays, Essays on Youth.