Restart My 1987

That year, I carried the few clothes I had on my back and walked out, never looking back; that year, I stood at this crossroads of destiny again with decades of regrets; my father's death seemed like just yesterday, my mother's story was still unknown, and the girl who smiled at me didn't know if she was still there. Now that I have to start over, I want to get back all these regretful things in my life one by one.