Once a teenager. We were young, romantic, frivolous and arrogant. In order to live more like adults, we threw a torch in our youth. I thought it would light up the future journey, but I never thought that a fire burned down everything that was just built. I want to ask softly, do you regret it? Unfortunately, when I suddenly woke up from my dream, all I could hear was my own rapid breathing.
I thought that we would never meet again in this life, and even if we were destined to meet again, we would be passers-by or even enemies. Which one, the ashes became the most fertile nourishment. When you ask, do you regret it? I know, I became a teenager.