It is better not to meet each other, so as not to fall in love. It's better not to know each other, so you don't miss each other. The joy of our youth dissipated in our memories over time. We were young and ignorant that year, and finally, after the baptism of time, we became something we each did not want to face. The world was small at that time, but it is very big now. As time passes by, there are always some regrets slowly left in our dissipated youth.
Each of us is an author in our lives.