When did I start to like you? It was probably when I had to look for you in the crowds of people every time after running, or when your name began to appear frequently in my diary, or when the sun was very bright and impartial in that Chinese class, and it was on you. You are my youth, but not forever. I won't always be stuck with you. Loving you is too painful, but no matter what, tears and laughter are all in the past. I thought that I should have put it down long ago. I looked at this diary and wrote the last sentence: 'Goodbye my youth.' At that time, the wind blew over the last page and then closed it gently.
Of course, I always think that I will never misjudge the person. It is too difficult for you to be good and have a smooth journey. I wish you fewer setbacks.
Intention: secret love, admiration, bitter and sweet
