Those Years, Our Lost Youth

Friendship, family affection, and love are nourished in care, condensed in hurt, tempered on campus, and bloom in youth. The beginning, the end, the wrong decision, the regret and helplessness, she (he) came, she (he) loved, she (he) worked hard, he opened the door to her heart, but turned around and left, leaving only broken dreams and a broken heart. If there is no part, you are not the wind, and I am not the sand. No matter how lingering we are, we will never reach the end of the world. How good would it be if life were just like the first time we met?