Youth Only Blooms in an Instant

When the flowers bloom and fall, I will think of that time again. The moments of sadness, joy, embarrassment, surprise, loss. These are one's memories, one's fantasy youth, and one's reality. Maybe these memories are in two different time and spaces with you and me, like two parallel lines that will never intersect. Perhaps under such parallel conditions, it is magnetic, repelling or attracting you and me. Ps: Perhaps this story was born out of commemoration and memory, so please read it patiently. Don't force it! Don't force me to stay!