Sighing at the time, describing youth and frivolity but with tears running down, satirizing the world of mortals, burying close friends but also burying love, hate, anger and ignorance. We first met when we were 12 years old, got to know each other when we were 15 years old, and fell in love when we were 16 years old. You were the light that I couldn't let go of despite turning my back on the whole world. You were the most precious memory of my youth. Unfortunately, why did we let go of each other's hands? Is it really because of the instigation of my best friend? Or is it because of surrender to reality? I look into your eyes again in the vast sea of people, and I want to hold on to this beautiful period. Time has passed, and the youth of that year has already separated you and me with a silent period. I am no longer the desperate me, so how can I be worthy of your love as always. Let it end like this, at least I loved you as much as you loved me.