I have always wondered whether the most unforgettable thing in a person's long life is always young love. The seeds of love that are hard to see sprout quietly and grow slowly at an age when they don't understand love. It is the realization that can be seen through the clouds after a long wait, mixed with a little melancholy or a hint of sweetness. It doesn't matter whether it is complete or incomplete, and finally leaves a ray of tranquility that turns into irreplaceable eternity in life.