I walked along, losing things as I went.
At the age of 20, it should be the blooming season, but I always feel depressed. Family ties, friendships, love, dreams... These things go with time, weighing on my heart bit by bit, and in the end they are still heavy. I saw new scenery, met new people, and while looking forward to the future, I pretended to be sentimental and reminisced. Maybe this is youth.
Some of these short stories come from the author's personal experience, and some are short stories. The author only hopes that through these, I can find you in the sea of people who also love the sun. We have all been hurt, but we are still bright. We pursue hard without giving up the scenery of the past, and in the process of pursuit, we become a better version of ourselves.