It used to be beautiful and nostalgic for many people, but for me...
It was an unimaginable black youth.
Maybe, do you believe in fate? No matter where you are or how long you have known each other, it is so easy to be deeply ingrained in your bones... He pushed my gray youth to black, but he also acted as a light to keep me close. Is he still there? The one who told me to raise my head and learn to be brave, the one who held me tightly against the stick, the one who kept me warm when I was in the most pain...
No one could predict the outcome of this seemingly beautiful and ignorant love. In the end, my memory only remains at the moment when he waved goodbye. From then on, my world became pure black.
There is a kind of love called love at first sight, and there is a kind of love called love at first sight, and there is a kind of love called "If I keep waiting, will you show up?"