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Youth is regret and sacrifice; Waiting and losing; Searching and belonging. When you were young, do you still remember the person who left for you, the silly girl who liked you for a long time but didn't dare to confess, the time we spent fighting together, and the stubbornness that was bruised and bruised in the struggle for your dreams? Many people say that the most beautiful thing about youth is being jealous of the person you like, but not willing to hurt the other person, so you have to sit alone and sulk. That look is both funny and nostalgic now. It's just that we have passed through it, and we will never go back to the past...