In fact, youth is like this, some people come and some people leave.
Time is like a long and endless river, washing away the marks of three years. When you look back in the future, you will find that you have left nothing behind.
Everyone leaves silently at an unknown time. They leave your side and you never see them again. They leave your heart and make you feel that even if they are gone, it won't make any difference.
Time is an absurd and nihilistic wind that blows away the dust and fallen leaves. It blows coldly through the alley playground. It blows through spring, summer, autumn and winter, slowly renovating the four seasons and the marks left by time.
Intention: Youth means that some people come and some people leave. What I can do is pray for you in my heart and say good night.