You are so loyal to me, and I have always been in love with you.
You once called me honey, and you once called me disgusting.
I loved you so much, and I hated you so much.
You once said that you could see through everyone but you couldn't understand me. Why didn't I understand you until now?
This is the most restless age, this is the most innocent age.
Be it friendship or love, such sincere and pure emotions only belong to this age.
Then recall slowly and record slowly.
I hope that when I read this article again in my fifties, sixties, seventies or eighties, I will not be smiling, but at least I will be struggling to cry.