There is a kind of person who you love to the bone but cannot capture his heart. There is a kind of person for whom you give everything you have, but what you get in return is a painless smile. He turns around and pats the dust on his body, leaving you alone to feel the spring and autumn. If time could go back, the best thing we should do is stay on the street covered with golden ginkgo leaves, embracing you with tenderness on the bluestone wetted by the drizzle. Watch the sun shine through your fingers, revealing your charming dimples when you smile. This document is for those of us who are slowly losing our individuality in our youth.