I am a man born in 1992 and born in the 1990s. I am not writing these words for anything, but to remember a girl, my former "old deskmate". We all called each other that in the letters, but the correspondence only lasted for half a year. I used to be very happy, and I think she was too. It was just that carefree and simple happiness that still lingers now. I thought, rewrite something, write down those lingering things that are boring in my heart.
Just to miss that simple youth,
That vast and complex youth,
That sour and painful youth,
That fragmented youth.
Conception: