You are a young man. Young man, please fall in love with each other. Tenderness is an ordinary thing but a thing of the past. The memories in my mind may not be particularly bright, but they have been washed clean and shiny by countless people's tears. In the spring when the breeze is not dry, we are not happy to see the spring breeze; in the midsummer when the cicadas are chirping, we are not impatient to listen to the cicadas; in the autumn of One Autumn Leaf, we are not sad to feel the autumn wind; in the winter when the wind is biting, we are not sad to see the winter snow. Just because you and I are teenagers.
Intention: The road ahead is unknown