In fact, after many years, I still remember those things. Some details can no longer be recalled, but the feeling when I think about them is still profound.
I always think of a song that said that we tied our hands in silence and watched the years go by like water, as if life was also flowing away from now on. Those past years, those young and frivolous years, are like an old book, gradually turning yellow.
Do you remember loving me? Do you still remember the reason why we separated? With such doubts and unwillingness.
But in fact, when we end up poor, we just end our youth in that dream of deep love.