When she was seventeen, she met him.
At the moment when she was in love most brilliantly, she didn't expect that parting was so close.
"Getting married won't change anything for me," he said.
"But this is different for me," she said.
"I respect your choice," he said.
So, he exited her life...
Two years later, another person came into her life.
He said: "What time cannot solve, maybe love can."
She said: "Don't be too nice to me."
"You can try to believe me," he said.
Later, he really made her understand that with his longing for that unreachable love,
It is better to seize the warmth in front of you.
However, when he disappeared again,
Does fate have its own ideas again?
In the end, which love is ultimately in vain? What kind of love is waiting for?
People always have to face many fateful entanglements and foolings before they can see through the clouds and find the answer.
Perhaps, your youth and mine were just like hers, feeling sad for those who left and happy for those who returned.
Coming and going, stopping and going, being tied up and tied down. Bitterness and joy accompany each other, and laughter amidst tears.
But no matter what the ending is. We will all gain growth...