The love you have when you are sixteen or seventeen years old is probably something you will never let go of for the rest of your life. "What can I do to keep you? You can't use my worthless sincerity, right?" Just like the story of Mr. H and Miss L, it started with Mr. H blushing and ended with Miss L becoming jealous. Those sharp-edged memories of youth are gradually blurring under the adjustment of time. Not only the memory is blurred, but also the eyes. …
Intention: You are the joy of youth, the tossing and turning of sleepless nights, holding my hand is my long-cherished wish, and failing to love is my fate.