Time flies, and youth gradually fades away from us. We still remember that winter, that cup of milk tea, and that winter coat. And that warm embrace, those hands that handed me milk tea and put clothes on me. The world is like this, every day is a drama of falling in love but only being able to say goodbye. Left with endless regrets. In the years to come, no matter how many winters and summers, I can't get rid of that figure, that dream of my youth, those joys and things I had with him.
Concept: Love in youth has no future.