My life has only gone through a short period of 18 years so far, and these are the memories of one-third of my life. This may be the epitome of youth for thousands of people. But I don't care, I only know that this is the most beautiful moment of my youth. Even though I know I can never go back, I am still willing to live by memories.
Concept: Once the good times pass, endless loneliness will follow, but so what? Life is not about living in memories.