In the ignorant days of youth, there are always words that have not been spoken and people who are hesitant to speak in the bottom of my heart.
Youth is a time of chaos, self-righteous quarrels, heart-wrenching crying, ignorant likes, and long-lasting bitter secret love.
For them, the so-called youth is nothing more than a bright flowery smile under the clear blue sky, skirts flying in the breeze, and the appearance of a boy in white in front of a bicycle.
What youth leaves us is not a few test papers or traceless footsteps, but the most beautiful moments filled with memories.