The yesterday of youth will always exist. It is quiet and does not say a word, but it is always there stubbornly. Occasionally it will disturb you in your dreams, or it will pop up when you pass by someone. The cards of childhood are gone and never come back, but we still have memories.
When I was seventeen, maybe it was fate. I can no longer remember what I was like when I was still innocent during that long summer. Yu Jian Yu Jian, I keep recalling that name, but the memory is like broken glass, which can no longer be picked up, it is in pieces, and I will never remember it again.