Everyone's youth is luxuriant.
It is like a tree that strives to absorb nutrients during the most vigorous growth period and finally forms a majestic tree with lush branches and leaves, as if it wants to extend its branches, leaves and roots into the sky and the deepest part of the earth. They are also like delicate flowers in full bloom. Regardless of color or fragrance, each one has its own unique charm and enchantment.
However, youth is not perfect, it is always mixed with a little coolness.
That kind of coolness has nothing to do with love or any deep emotions.
It is not the vulgar affection of eight o'clock idol dramas, it is not the helplessness that makes people want to cry without tears, it is not the deep hurt that makes people unable to breathe, it is not the past hidden in the cold place that we cannot let go of.
It is not rich, not affectionate, not warm, not ups and downs.
It's just that when we think about it occasionally, there will be a chill in our hearts. The indescribable regret and the joy of being close to each other because of loneliness did indeed exist in the past, but now we say goodbye forever.