This is my first time writing an article, so please forgive me if it's not good.
After a few years, I originally thought that if I didn't think about it, didn't listen to it, and didn't touch it, as long as it lasted long enough, I would be able to let go. But I didn't expect that I still couldn't do it. As soon as the memory gate was touched, everything that happened in the past rushed out, drowning me. I seem to have returned to that flowering season, that ignorant youth, a love affair that I can't forget...