At that time, we were young, a clingy girl and a cold boy, a rational girl and an unruly boy, ignorant but affectionate; we had no choice but to say goodbye, relying on the youthful spirit, turning around stubbornly without saying a word, swallowing everything in our stomachs. Each one grows up along the way, and when he looks up again, some people are surprised to see them in front of them, while others have already walked away sadly. I dreamed that you left and suddenly met again. Can the friendship stick to you in the years to come?