"Do you still remember yourself as a teenager?" I often ask myself.
This is written from the perspective of a former friend, and in it, there are stories about him and many, many people, no matter love and hate, no matter friends and family, no matter everything, drifting away with time, traveling day and night, and blowing by the breeze.
Although the story is in the past, it is still going on unknowingly and cannot be erased or forgotten.
As for the content, I can't explain and introduce it in just a few words. It's just that after a long time after these things happened, I didn't want to bury these memories in my heart. I was finally willing to free myself from the shackles and tell everything to others. No matter whether anyone can see or hear it, I can also have the courage to express it all.
Note: The writing is poor and the content has no historical basis or scientific reason. It is just for sharing. I am narrating it alone. Some of the content is true and some of it is fictional. It also contains changes to the story. Please do not draw any conclusions. Please forgive me.
Intent: The content is partly fictitious and partly real, for sharing purposes only