The Antidote of Time Is Nowhere to Be Found

I always miss my high school over and over again—— When chatting about past events, when meeting familiar faces, when reading about other people's youth in novels. I always think of some fragments intermittently—— Those were years filled with joy, rebellion, arrogance and bravery. That was my 18-year-old that was full of edges and corners, that was my 18-year-old that became more and more distant and would never come again. No one is braver than me at 18 years old. I turned on the computer and typed characters one by one. I pieced together the past years. It was as if I had my youth in my hands after writing these words.