She always felt that youth was like fermented wine. A sip would make one intoxicated, while a hearty drink would make one shed tears. She liked him, but it was a one-man show that could not be touched. He liked him, but the separation was due to a combination of circumstances. The intricate friendship and love really happened in that innocent era. She didn't know when she would be able to wait for the crystal clear love that had been described many times in her dreams. She always complained about the pain that youth had brought to her and the memory medals that were burned into her heart. It wasn't until many years later that she heard Stefanie Sun's "It's Dark" again on a dark night, and she suddenly realized that in the high-tempo era of materialistic desires, she had buried her simple and beautiful little happiness in the past deeply in the dust of memory. So she wrote it down.