The love of the post-80s generation is so vivid that it is difficult to forget but dare not look directly at it.
Youth makes people proud, and pride makes people stupid. I once thought that your presence was all my youth, but it turns out that the days are long, and I am just a passerby to you. The taste of home in the north, the destination of love in the south, and the youth of the Wu sisters are etched in the painful memories of millions of people born in the 1980s. I love you, but at that time and place, after our youth, we were just passers-by. I just agreed not to meet you again, otherwise I will have no resistance to you and will only make the same mistake again and again.