Zhai Sike finally understood that the older a person grows up, the more he should learn to bid farewell to his youth.
There are too many true and false, vigorous illusions there,
It almost made her forget the true face of ordinary life.
Who hasn't experienced a crush that didn't end well?
Who hasn't lost an unforgettable friend?
But when she was sixteen, she thought that all the clean and simple moods could be retained.
I think that memory can be cut, and the smoke and dust of growth will not tarnish the clarity of youth.
But just as a great hero cannot escape the final judgment, pure youth must be isolated, refrigerated and preserved independently.
It won't take long for the flowers and the boy in the memory to be no longer willing to be a well-behaved and timid little beast.
She wanted to say goodbye to him, her and herself before her memory was wasted.
Because the turbidity of growing up can easily destroy the little starlight we once had in our eyes.