Meet you, like you, remember you.
Our story begins with that hot and passionate joy. After going around and around for a few times and putting pen to paper, the story has already been finalized.
The golden morning light spread over the snowy mountains in the distance. At that time, I was full of longing for the future with you. I hoped that this passionate youth could go back infinitely and never end. But the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers are far away, and no matter how beautiful the four seasons are, the wind and rain will eventually come to an end.
I have always wanted to record the days and nights when we met, and I should keep every ordinary and thrilling moment with you. But as fate would have it, there was a sea of people, and we were pushed farther away after crossing the fork in the road.
Admittedly, I hesitated for a long time and did not want to bring this story to an end. I always felt that the ending was too hasty and sloppy, and it was really not worthy of this unique youthful heartbeat. What caught me off guard the most was that as soon as I started writing, only the final chapter was left.
In this long, fast, and bizarre world, I feel like I have returned to my youth of seventeen or eighteen years old, which was ignorant, pure, and enthusiastic.
Intention: youth