Perhaps the memories of the past are like blooming flowers, but flowers always fail. Yan Yan once said: "Zimo, we should never be separated." In the end, the love and friendship that Zimo expected ceased to exist like the withered flowers.
Maybe there is no trace of you in youth, maybe I shouldn't look forward to humble friendships, maybe I shouldn't pursue unattainable dreams, maybe such hurt embedded in life will not exist, but after all, this is the beginning that cannot be changed and the ending that cannot be let go.