Me and My Youth

Many years later, when I recall those days when I was young, I will still be filled with emotion. Those days are like old books that have been carefully collected by time. The ink fragrance has dissipated and the pages have turned yellow, but they are always opened again in a dazed moment. Because I was young, I always felt that the time ahead was very long, and that it was possible to do everything over again, but I didn't know that the river of time could only flow forward and never start over again.