Youth is like the scorching sun, and when we are young, we are like ignorant little white flowers, trying to touch each other.
Try to love and be loved, and the endings may be good or bad.
Madness, doubt, love and pain...
But, as the old saying goes, the one who falls in love first is always the loser, and if you miss it, you miss it.
In the last look at each other, we passed each other in silence, and we grew up again when we were separated.
Intention: Let go of the unforgettable feelings and have your own time to be loved