Youthful Sentimentality

When I was young, I didn't understand love, and I had many unforgettable emotional memories. In the ignorant years of youth, when I dared to love and hate, did you ever pay someone by mistake with your infatuation? Where is the boy we once thought about and loved so much now? Time always flies when you are young. In those innocent and beautiful days, whose mark is left on your youth? If you are as stupid as you are, can you escape the torment of youthful sentimentality and sorrow?