Passing Moon

I once thought that youth was a test question that must be answered correctly. In 2018, I annotated a girl as "the moon" and hid the war and chaos that happened once my fingertips touched her in my three thousand words diary. She said, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight," and I replied, "The wind is also gentle." In 2019, I threw myself into the stars, thinking that quick love would be the antidote. The girl who held a straw in her mouth and asked me, "Little brother, have you ever been kissed?" Spent a month teaching me: It turns out that there is some light, and it will burn you if you get close to it. ........ "I spent my entire youth teaching myself to love myself. If you learn it in advance, please live a good life for me." This is a story about mistakes, disappointment, fall and reconstruction. It's not sweet, but it's real.