There are no what-ifs in this world, and there is no renewed youth. All the regrets, remorse, anger, joy, touching, and liking are like colorful threads, woven into a huge network that wraps us tenderly and freezes us at that time forever. Whether we want it or not, the love and hate at that time made us who we were at that time. When one day we are able to break away from that huge net and look back, we finally realize that there is a word in this world called once.
Intention: The past that cannot be returned