Most of our youth are similar. In that most beautiful time, I met the purest love and established the most sincere friendship. When we are young and frivolous, we always ignore the love of our relatives and do not know how to cherish the warmth around us.
In a blink of an eye, youth is gone and years are gone. Those touching feelings, those hot dreams of youth, those are weathered in the dust of time. And the rest of me is still running around in this journey of life, with flowers blooming and falling, and still not knowing where to go.
One year, I gently opened the dusty photo album and looked at the photos of the past, and bits and pieces of the past appeared in front of my eyes. But things and people around me have changed, and those who have accompanied me and touched me so much no longer know where they are.
Our time is really gone forever. Pay homage to the past and remember the past you and me. The beauty that has passed away, the yesterday that cannot be returned, will be missed forever without saying goodbye.