We are too young and pursue dreams more than love.
The warmth of each other's company cannot match the scenery of the outside world.
We are too young to think that it doesn't matter who is gone.
It wasn't until summer passed and winter ushered in that I discovered that the firefly of love had already spread.
Twenty years have passed, and youth has left no pain or blood, only a faint sweetness after settling.
Wish you well and wish me well.