Who Paid for My Youth

Who paid for my youth Time is really a good thing, and now it seems to have healed my wounds and formed scars in a place called "heart". It gives me the courage to go back and face everything that happened before; it makes me feel less heartbroken when I think about it now; it even gives me the ability to recall and commemorate my long-gone but once vigorous first love in written form. First love is synonymous with youth for each of us, and time leaves an indelible mark on the memory of youth. Please forgive me for thinking of you again when I failed to live up to expectations. I promised you that I would never think of you again after we broke up. I want to live a happier life than you! This is what I say to you. Now that I think of you, I can still say "I love you" just as loudly! It's just that I won't be as shy as before, because it was you who made me grow in that relationship, and it was remarkable! For that I can say I love you and thank you. I have learned a lot and understood a lot in the past two years. Although you have caused me a lot of harm, so much so that my hands will tremble when I think about it now (hate). In the days without you, I have learned how to survive in this hypocritical society like you. You let my naive me understand the fireworks of the world early and take precautions in advance. For this, I want to thank you! So now I don't hate you so much! Because time pays for first love on the bill of youth.