The emotions in my youth, no matter how strong they were, were a little careless because I had never tasted the pain of loss. Smile then, cry then, be angry then, be sad then, obviously loved and been loved, obviously hurt and been hurt, obviously missed, hurt, hated, resented, cursed, wasted youth, passed the time, but didn't know it at the time, still stubbornly persisted in going his own way, even when he lost his mind. After going there, I can't see clearly what I missed. Only when the memory finally awakens all the happy, unhappy, beautiful and unhappy things in the past in a pervasive manner, but brings out the bone-chilling sadness, can I see the traces of time passing by indifferently, which is called - never come again.
The text is a passage I once saw, but I don't remember where it came from. I made some small changes, which made me feel very sad. From this, I wrote a story about my youth. It is not a novel in a pure sense. It is a bland narration of the past days from beginning to end, so it seems a bit boring. Because it is the first work and I lack experience, looking back now, I am beginning to feel dissatisfied.
The next one is: "I May You Remember Me", which is more realistic and sad, and also more painful, so just give it a try.
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