When we were young, we always felt that youth was like a flower that withered quickly before it had time to bloom. Those dreams, beliefs, and perseverance were quietly taken away inadvertently, leaving no sound. In the constant loss and reunion, you fell in love with someone in a blind way, and then had to spend a lifetime to forget. Some people say that forgetting means betrayal. Those young love and friendship are like pure white flowers, which are washed away by the torrent of time and still stand and stare into the distance. Those who thought they had a predetermined ending and promised happiness, did not expect that they picked up the wrong script of youth at the beginning of the story.