Dreams woven out of youthful years will never be perfect, because love is inherently bitter. Perhaps it is precisely because there are so many imperfections and regrets that it is called youth and is remembered by people. Just as we cannot accept its sudden arrival, we cannot save its passing, because it is destined.
You said: Life is a one-way street. Although there are many directions, there is only one road at your feet. Once you go astray, you can never look back!
I said: The earth is round. The reason why the opposite directions go farther and farther is because the distance between them does not reach the diameter of the earth.
Do you still remember how we developed love in our youth on a campus where school rules were as airtight as an iron mesh?