Missing Youthful Dreams

At an ignorant age, in adolescence, we have a beautiful love. Is it fate or encounter? If it is first love, it should be palpitating; if it is a breakup, it should be a feeling of separation. Even if all dreams are washed away, they should still be cherished. We once believed that the future was bright, but the bumps along the way changed our minds inadvertently. Youth is on the road.