I extravagantly hoped that after 18 years old, I would be 19 years old, and after 19 years old, I would be 18 years old again. After hesitation, I came to 20 years old. It was originally a meaningless number, but it seemed to mean something in life. I don't dare to think about my wish to grow up quickly, and I only hesitate to hope to stay at this vague age, an age where I know everything and don't need to understand anything. . . . . .
At this age, there is a lot of fear for the future, a sense of maturity, and an understanding of life. Love is just a part of youth and sincerity.