When we were young, we were like the delicate flowers blooming in the morning sun, young, ignorant, but beautiful. At that time, we had not yet met those people, those who had passed by and gone away in our lives.
I have always wanted to record these stories, and I have been writing and deleting them. I don't know if I love them too much and don't want others to touch them, or I simply can't write about them in their hearts and you in my heart.