At that time, we were all too young, too fragile, just children. We couldn't see feelings clearly, couldn't bear the hurt, couldn't bear the responsibility, and would shrink back when thinking about the long-term future of our lives.
I have loved, hated, complained, hurt, and been hurt; I have been cowardly, but also brave; I have missed it, but I have also chased it.
I just hate that love comes too early and takes too long.
To commemorate the time passed.