The reason why we are not satisfied is because we have had it before.
From strangers to acquaintances, and then gradually to strangers, in the end I found that people who were once familiar were strangers, while those who were once hostile were together. In the end, this is growth, this is youth.
Sweet but not greasy, slightly bitter, but as sweet as sugar.
Time will eventually bury the past, history will always turn over, and we persevere in lingering on the past because we once cared.
I was young at the time, a youth that was sad after the carnival.
Green plum wine
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