The Wind Says I Love You for Me

The story of youth is very simple, with only two words: regret. It's 2026 now. I am twenty-six years old. How long ago it was when I last heard from him is unclear to me. I wonder if he is doing well now. I don't remember the moment I fell in love with him; I don't remember the moment I let him go from my heart either. Do you regret never saying it? If I had it to do over again, I think I would still choose silence. Everyone says that youth should be brave, but my youth is not brave at all. I have been afraid of making mistakes since I was a child. Afraid of my mother's scolding, afraid of my father's silent eyes, afraid of the flash of disappointment in the teacher's eyes, afraid of becoming a joke when others chat. What's even more scary is that he can't even keep his identity as a "friend". .