We Are Growing Up

I always think about the past, the day I met you, the time we spent together, and whether we can be considered love. But there is still no answer... Encountering love when we don't understand love, moving towards reality in beauty, how do we grow up, sometimes love is the starting line This is a campus story. I don't know how long I can write it, and I don't know if it is true. I just want to watch the falling snowflakes outside in a winter, and then slowly write it out.