For a long time, we were confused and arrogant, wanton and perverse. The torrent of time washes us forward, across the mountains and forests, across the sea, and rides on the waves.
Maybe it's our youth or our unruly youth. We always hurt others without knowing it, and we stubbornly love in our own way. Missed, missed, not wrong, but passed.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, maybe time is still there, but we are just flying by.
The love of youth is like gorgeous fireworks in the sky, beautiful but short-lived. It has disappeared before you look back, leaving only a place of loneliness! Many years later, you will miss those green years, not for anything else but for your youthful self and your lonely and courageous love.
Maybe the relationship wasn't mature enough, maybe when you look back you will find that there were a lot of things you didn't do well, maybe there were a lot of details that you ignored at the time, but you can clearly remember them years later. However, it is over after all, everything will follow the wind, so just let go!
Thank you for having someone who ran with you during your chaotic youth; thank you for having someone teach you the meaning of growing up during your most naive and ignorant years; thank you for having someone to remind you of in your adult memories.