Adolescence is like coffee, with a hint of bitterness but endless sweetness behind it.
Remember the voice and appearance of the past,
Recalling the warmth of the past,
Remembering a ray of light passing through my heart.
The past likes and first loves were buried in that year, those months, and that period of time,
To be precise, the quiet heartbeat was buried at that moment.
Even if time flies and years have passed, we can still open our arms,
Embrace the memories of the past…