I once saw a passage on the Internet describing first love, and I felt the same way;
In this world, there is a kind of love that is as white as snow and cannot be blasphemed. There is a kind of love that is hazy and shy, mysterious and exciting. It only happens once, and only this time, that is first love. Everyone has only one first love, whether it is sweet or sad. No matter what, first love is always the softest and most unforgettable place in the heart. At that time, we were young, but devoted. We always cherished our first love very much. Maybe many years later, we will still think of the person and those things we first fell in love with from time to time...
There are many people who are remembered after many years. How many people are still looking for their first love after many years? And what will happen to the results found? This is an unfinished story. If you are willing to read it, I am willing to write it.