As teenagers, we all cried and laughed stupidly, for our so-called love and so-called friendship.
Maybe the rush of years and the long time are devouring our past bit by bit. When we were like starless stars in the vast Milky Way, when we couldn't feel the warmth as always, have you ever thought that if one day we never met each other and we never spent those happy and bright days, maybe we wouldn't be so sentimental.
But even so, I still miss those green years. Yes, we are like moths rushing to the flame, knowing that there will be no good ending, but we still have to move towards the light and heat, burning, scorching and then...
Extinguished.