What was your youth like, dear?
The cute skirt that you insist on wearing in the slightly cold wind in autumn, the cup of hot cocoa he bought for you when it was cold in winter, the color of the green leaves outside the classroom in spring, the noise of cicadas on the branches in summer. Everything is the warmest memory of youth. Those people are no longer with me, but the memories about them are always in my heart. They are the secrets I least want to share when I dream back at midnight.
I'm just an ordinary person with an ordinary name, the most cliche family and storyline, and go to an ordinary university. If you have an ordinary job, you will soon have a family with the same life as countless others. Those times are the most shining moments in my life.