Youth passed too quickly, and no one could stop her footsteps. Even a look back never came true in her dream. Who will remember so many youthful things?
Those beauties and sorrows always make people cry when they are alone at night...
The stories all come from friends around me. I describe these details that make my heart beat. They are the purest form of love they told me. These stories are for everyone who has endless yearning or nostalgia for youth.
(Although the text has been locked before, if you always feel that short stories are more relaxing to write, oh, it feels particularly good to stop writing! However, because it is a short story, it is best for you to read it in one go. If you miss a chapter, you may feel confused... ^-^)