Can I Put My Hands in Your Pockets?

Hurry after hurry, youth that cannot be returned, time that cannot be lost I liked you very much at that time, and even now the corners of my mouth still turn up unconsciously when I think of you. You must be so outstanding that you amazed my hazy and plain youth. It was also your presence that subtly affected the trajectory of my life. Looking back at what happened in those years, it seems that the tears I had quarreled with tasted like the trickle of a stream, transparent and sweet. Let the purity of that moment float in my memory again. Let a voice ring in your ears: "Can you put your hands in your pockets?"