The Story of Me and Her in Those Three Years

I once asked him: "If you could do it again, would you do it again?" He looked at me, his eyes slowly closed, his head slowly raised to the ceiling, and then he began to think. After a few minutes. He sighed, his eyes slowly opened, and he looked at me. He didn't speak, and I didn't speak either. "Tell me, if it were you, what would you do?" … "Remember to write two lines for me!" "Of course, forget it." This is his story, with me as a bystander at the time. Write about the youth with him that year. Of course, with her, and her.