I met you when I was 16, when you were only in your prime, and I was full of enthusiasm. Running towards you, you will also open your broad arms to accept me. In the blink of an eye, I was already in my twenties. Looking back, I just hit the south wall with my passion. I thought the fog lifted as we held hands. But I don't want to be the only one trapped in the same place. The fog covered my eyes and my heart. When we met again, you said you would hold my hand and walk out of the fog this time, but we stayed in the fog for so long that we couldn't even see the way back.
Purpose: It's a story from my youth, and I want to record it in this novel.