The plane trees in the school grew lush that year, but unfortunately the lush branches and leaves blocked the thoughts of the northern latitude. The faces in the memory became increasingly blurred. Youth is a hasty book.
At that time, I was young, frivolous, ignorant, and like the girls of the same age, I liked that arrogant boy. Now that I am older, he has taught me to be a smart woman.
Then let me finish this piece of unfinished youth with tears... I hope that the people we meet next time can make our love and being loved firm.
Purpose: To commemorate the past that I can't let go of