When I was young/the past is like smoke/not in the morning and evening/scattered in the wind/
Short Story Collection
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That year. We are young.
Young people have the madness of youth.
Youth only has youthful impulses.
Only when I was young would I be so pure, so desperate, so devoted to loving you.
All the passion of youth has been worn away by the years.
All the silly things I did when I was young are buried at the bottom of the memory box.
The bright moon and stars of my youth were lost in the haze of the city.
Do you still recall the daydreams of your youth?
Is the sensitive heart of young people now silent?
? Quietly dropped out of 6?
When I am no longer in the morning and evening, I remember in an instant that the past is like smoke and memories are like clouds, floating in the wind.
A past that is too young and too simple.
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