The wind blows up the fleeting years that are as broken as flowers, and your smile is swaying and swaying, becoming the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadows of the seasons. I will never forget my youth, high school, or your smiling face.
Many years later, I want to see your old look, the way you smile when you sit in front of me, and the way you take care of me; I have too many demands and too much extravagant expectations; because I can no longer live without you.
The stupidest but happiest thing I have ever done is to hide in a certain time and miss the palm prints of a certain period of time; to hide in a certain place and miss a person who stands on the way to and from, who makes me care.
Youth has never treated us badly, it's just that we have treated youth badly. Words are too light and memories are too heavy. Please cherish or miss our blossoming youth.
Our youth, our love, our past, to be continued...