Youth is like a first-hand prose poem. There is no limited format, no subject matter given by the teacher, and you can't even find a good word or sentence. But youth is like this. The more you miss it, the more regretful it is. Cherish the moment and hope that the person in your heart is also secretly missing you. As long as you are still you, I am still me, and we are still us, this is enough.
I met you at the beginning of my youth, and I still have you by my side at the end. During this period of time, there were regrets, happiness, and sadness. We didn't miss it, and we didn't let go. This is the best ending.
Intention: In my ordinary high school years, I met extraordinary people, which illuminated my entire youth.