When we are young, we long to be loved. Love is a forbidden language at a young age, mysterious and cannot be broken;
But I don't know when we gradually lose the courage to love someone. Love is still mysterious but nowhere to be found;
When we think we have an iron wall, time is urging us to encounter love by chance;
But who can tell me what love is? How to get love?
Standing at the corner of memory, it turns out that we have never missed it. Thank you for giving me the courage to love you.