Everyone's life will be divided into several stages, and each stage of life has an end. Whenever we reach that end, we can't take a moment to rest before immersing ourselves in the expectation and longing for the next journey. But when you have bad luck on a new journey, you will think of your former friends. When you are on a rough road in love, you will think of the person you fell in love with for the first time. Maybe those days that you hated and hated or even wanted to escape from have suddenly become the times that you want to look back on the most. And for those who are still on the road, they miss those days when they never grow old.
Seneca wrote, "It is not that our lifetime is too short, but that we have wasted too much of our lifetime." But we waste time unintentionally. We always do things that we think are great in those immature days, but it is not conducive to growth. So when we suddenly look back, the word we often talk about is if.
If I had never met her, if I had been more mature, if I had worked as hard as them during that time, if, if, if...
When these become the only antidote to these bleak days, they also become the only comfort for oneself when drunk at the wine table, but time is still catching up non-stop, life is still good and bad, and the Internet world has become the only way for us to vaguely understand those old friends. The shadows of the past and those immature old things are hidden in the photo album, and those people, those things, and those days that never grow old are still mentioned in the mouth.
Intent: In our youthful years, we are dominated by our dreams and achievements, we are busy growing up but do stupid things, and we pursue love but lose our way. In fact, that is the time when we never grow old.