Memoirs of a Nineteen-Year-Old Youth

A story, a dream, life is endless. There is no absolute good or evil in the world, only an absolute balance between the two sides. The initial love is shy, has no ending, and is unforgettable. The martial arts heroes we fantasize about are just a dream life. If one day I don't stop and look back, it means that I have forgotten the past and embarked on the journey of the future.