I have been thinking about this story for a long time and have always wanted to write it. However, I am not good at expressing those feelings in words. Everyone has a story in their youth, which is quite sad. I sometimes wonder why most people's youth is accompanied by pain? Happiness, where is it? Until now, I still haven't met it. As time goes by, the previous injuries seem to be slowly getting better. The people I once loved can't even talk about regrets. It's just me, still deeply waiting for my happiness. Many times at two or three in the morning, I woke up from my dream, my pillow towel wet with tears. I can never forget you, your smile, your words, and your tenderness. But so what? Finally said goodbye, even farewell. The boys and girls in my story, I don't know if they are the epitome of me and you, I don't know what they will be like, really, I don't know. Only this time, I want to be a little more casual. In the past few years, my life has not been very good, really, not very good.