A Fleeting Change of Heart

I often wonder when you are old, whether everything you cared about when you were young has been replaced by the wisdom of your old age. It is a kind of vicissitudes that has been washed by the years, and it is a kind of sublimation from the heart. I don't know if everyone can appreciate it, but I just have a faint hope that my companions who still have a good time like me, don't miss this fleeting time. This book, to be precise, should be called a novella. It is a very childish book written by me, which is why I like it because I want to use childish and clumsy writing to prove: I was once vividly young, it has nothing to do with love, it is just a state of mind. It's not what people often say: He has a vicissitude that is not in line with his peers, his eyes are deep, and his temperament is melancholy. He is the prince in the eyes of all girls. These are probably the so-called manifestations of maturity. Maybe when you envy him, on the contrary, he envy you even more, envy your wantonness, envy your innocence, envy your enthusiasm, envy your everything, everything, except yourself. This is indifferent and sad, it is just a very simple psychology. Sometimes it is just a simple admiration, and sometimes it turns into a kind of remembrance. Not everyone can understand the mentality at that time, but maybe it is a kind of self-admiration haze. I understand you, but you don't understand me. So, maybe everyone of us will experience this, but he has a very beautiful name, saying: Fleeting Time!