Youth, like the smell of summer evening breeze, gently blows through the heart, but it leaves a piece of sadness that is difficult to erase. In those countless distant nights, we searched for our dreams under the stars, but often lost our way before dawn. The sadness of youth is the silent pain and loss, the dream we once had but has passed away. Nowadays, we have long passed that sentimental age. However, every time I look up at the stars, I always feel an inexplicable melancholy in my heart. Perhaps, this is the mark of youth. It is like an everlasting cinnabar mole, deeply engraved in our hearts. Even as time goes by, those sadness and memories of youth will always be with us and become the most precious wealth in life.
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