Everyone has a memory about love.
Maybe you haven't had such an experience, but you can still taste the various aspects of life in the story.
That is youth, youth.
People always change. We lose our childishness in the constant changes, but when we look back on the past years, we shed tears involuntarily. This, perhaps, is just nostalgia. When I was young, I looked forward to growing up. When I grew up, I looked forward to maturity. At the moment of maturity, I missed my youth.
When we were young, we sighed after understanding the vicissitudes of the world. The years were quiet, at least then. As time goes by, no matter how beautiful the lines are, they are so pale and feeble, unable to retain time.
When we were young, we were changed by the world, and we were also changing the world. We can never go back to those times. Time changes our appearance, our character, and our cognition. Youth is also amidst these changes, becoming a carrier for us to recall the past, which makes people feel a little lonely and helpless. Although youth is beautiful, it leaves regrets after the beauty passes; although it is easy to be young without regrets, it is difficult to have no regrets. The memories brought about by youth are like meteors streaking across the night sky, hard to capture but fleeting. Therefore, in this beautiful age of ours, we must grasp every bit of our youth, and do not lament its imperfections until the moment our youth has stopped.