Warmth as ever, everyone is like this, right? The good times and bad times in the past have turned into a deep blue sea many years later.
I think, remember these youth, because I am afraid that I will forget it, because the youth is gone forever, and I don't want those stories, and those people in the stories, to float like light clouds and slowly fade away. If one day I can't remember it, then will the blank space of my life make me feel that it is a kind of suicide.
Youth is roughly the same, but the imprint left on everyone's heart is different.
It's like a dream. When I wake up, I write a piece of paper, wishing my former best friend everything is well.