Time is a one-way street. If you miss some scenery and some people, you will really miss it. Many years later, when we return to ordinary life for the sake of life, we gradually forget those impulsive, ignorant and tossing days. The sudden intrusion of a certain scene or a certain song one day... Makes us unprepared to recall that golden, glorious time, and a touch of melancholy flows inexplicably and wantonly in our hearts...
At that time, liking someone just because he happened to be him was so pure and direct... As for whether we ended up together in the end of the story, maybe it really wasn't that important, because in the best time, we participated in each other's growth.
Whether it is loyal companionship, white lies, innocent betrayal, silent persistence, or the vigorousness of light and heat~ If one day we look down on it and look away, then youth has already quietly gone away, because youth is tossing and noisy...
Do you just use this article to commemorate the youthful years that once amazed you?