When she loved him, she was a nameless little flower; when he loved her, she was a silent tidbit. Just because she was young, love was connected with dreams.
Unable to withstand the wasted time, when the sadness surging in the old age has become the eternal witness of the years of youth, we realize that the time-honored feelings have been fermented in the time machine, mellow and sweet. In the alternation of autumn and winter, in the most difficult and lonely years, in the confused and unknown future, those heart-stirring, sad and heart-wrenching moments, perhaps only the bravery and fearlessness of throwing yourself into death and surviving can give eternal memories to youth. The people and things hidden in the heart can only be understood after they have truly accumulated over the years.
Intent: The memories surrounding youth can always easily evoke a little bit of sadness.