Who Has Never Cried in His Youth?

We have walked through campus together since we were fifteen years old, through the time of struggle, and into society, only to discover a lot of truths. What is love? Who can tell clearly, the truth? What makes us move towards the final outcome step by step? If we have never met, then... The meeting of a group of people, the youthful years, the brilliant laughter, the ignorant feelings, the passage of time, those that can be grasped and those that cannot be grasped, all rush away between inadvertent and inadvertent. Who remembers whose smiling face, who catches whose teardrops, who grabs whose delicate hands, whoever lets anyone be entangled crazily in the vast world... In this monotonous world, who is the passer-by who cannot be caught in the world, loses his youth with just a glance. After walking for so long, do we want to stop? The years at that time were full of joy, melancholy and uneasiness. We came hand in hand. What did we leave behind along the way? What else did you take away?