The youth of those born in the 60s and 70s has long since disappeared, and only those yellowed black and white photos can tell some memories of that era; the youth of those born in the 80s shines with the brilliance of a unique era at occasional class reunions, through the pens of many careful people...
I have never thought that I am in my best years, but I also strongly want to recall my youth.
I just remembered that I was still born in the 90s, or even in the 95s, but I often think of those years and that youth, even though I am in my youth. I feel that youth also has stages. There may be more than one period of beautiful youth, and I don't know how many periods of my best youth.
But now, I at least know that there must be at least one paragraph.
It's quite funny—you still have to reminisce about your youth when you are young. Yes, if possible, I do want to retreat to that youth and live again. Even if it remains unchanged.