We have all fallen in love with a person who is just out of reach. We have been looking forward to his appearance on the streets where people come and go, and we have seen the scenery along the way together. That person may be hiding in his youth, shining brightly in the crowd. He taught us to love and we grew because of it, but he is no longer in our lives. That year, I quietly followed her on Weibo, my fingers lingered for a long time to add friends, and I knew every update by heart. Secret love is a one-man show. The four words "I like you" are like a cry drowned in the deep sea, and there is no response for a long time.
Friendship, love, regret, youthfulness, and miss in youthful years. . . Many, many years later, when we are no longer young, the story of youth is far away from us, and even feels strange. But when I think back to those lush years, I can't help but sigh, youth is so good! Unforgettable yet full of regrets, fleeting yet remembered forever. To our youth that will never come back, passing by for a while, and remembering it for a lifetime.
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