Who in their youth did not love someone for the rest of their lives?
Whose love is not considered to be love without caring about one's own safety?
Who will eventually lose whom in their life?
The girl we loved that summer.
That winter, the lost youth.
Mr. Xia, I want to go back to my childhood with you.
Look at the books you have read,
Take the stone steps you walked on,
Ride the same bike you rode,
It seems like you are always there.
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