The stories of the past are always lingering. The young girl in the blooming season has just begun to fall in love, taste the fruits of love for the first time, and shoulder the responsibility for her with her small shoulders. Their love is pure, romantic, and shy. I never think there is a matter of early or late in love, it is just a matter of time when you meet the right person. Young love will always collide in the contact between you and me. Loving and being loved are both happy. I use this article to commemorate a beautiful youth love song that I once passed away.
——Editor Li Yier