If You Love Bad Girls, Please Love Them Deeply

The crossroads of youth, different endings at different intersections. The memory of the past is so clear. The first boy I had a crush on, the first blushing boy who shyly handed over a love letter in front of me, the first throbbing, the first time I fell in love. Or the eternal marks left by youth: scars on the wrists, cyan tattoos on the skin, scars left on someone's heart, which still hurt when touched many years later. Those warm youths or the youths who lived in drunken dreams, smoking and drinking. The street lights at night, the drunken men and women, the clinking wine glasses in the bar, the young boys fighting each other with fists and kicks, the beautiful and confused hearts of youth. Bad girl, if you fall in love with her, please love her deeply.