Only now do I have the time to write down the little stories between him and me in words. In fact, to be more precise, it is my mood. Let's call him Dayang for now. For me, time is a long time ago, so far away that I seem to have almost forgotten his appearance. The joy of youth is not as unforgettable as imagined, and perhaps many details have been forgotten. So I'll try my best to remember. Some small memories are very vague in my brain storage. Maybe they don't really exist, or maybe they are just an interference from my longing for a beautiful relationship between us. I will try my best to write it down, as an explanation for my youth.
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