Love? Loved.
Accompany me? Been with me.
Very important? Very important.
Walking away from youth? Passed by, youth.
Miss? Wrong, passed.
The beginning of the story is always simple, she only has that boy in her eyes.
The development of the story is always bleak. In the world of teenagers, the shadow of "that girl" is everywhere.
The ending of the story is very ordinary, she and the boy are not together.
I really want to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs that fell on the ground, but I can never pick them up again.
If you want to ask, what happened next?
Time flies.
There will be no later.