Have you ever burst into tears while listening to the songs of youth?
Have you ever been speechless when you saw a familiar scene?
Have you ever looked back at that moment, and the people and things in the past seem like yesterday, but they are far like the previous life.
When you reach middle age, you understand the catchy but meaningful lyrics of the past, but you no longer expect others to understand your mood.
You understand your family, country, and world, the overall situation, and your helplessness, but you are afraid to understand your youthful dreams again.
When you hear a warm song, you want to cry, but when there is a slight disturbance around you, the smile on your face immediately becomes sincere and warm.
You seem to be no longer yourself, but you still seem to understand.
You seem to be strong and invulnerable, but you are so fragile that a song you heard in your youth will bring tears to your face.
As you and I walk on the road of life, fortunately or unfortunately, we have all had expectations, but we have also been disappointed.
So, love yourself!
You have the story, I have the words.
Let us meet tenderly, and then forget each other. Words will record you and me, just like the green years that we can't explain but are the most profound.
Concept: This is a tree hole. I can write something here and you can leave something here. Just take it easy.