The Sadness of Notes

Youth is the most elegant sadness. Those stories about loving, not loving, loving, and being loved just lie quietly in the drained years, washed away by time, and then sealed in memory. There is no youth that belongs to one person. In those days of family, friendship, and love, Jiang Yu, Deng Qiaomeng, Xiang Fan, and Lin Xiao were just four figures disappearing into the dusk. They were once happy and persistent, but in the end they were simply forgotten by the rings of the years. The secrets in the notes were well hidden under the cover of emotions, deceiving others, deceiving themselves, and deceiving them throughout their youth. Isn't it? Friends have always been the best names given to each other, but how come they only leave more harm. There was blood and tears, but those partners who were incomplete in the memory were still gone with the wind. The reality is far colder than the inscription on the tombstone. What is cool is the tears of youth and the memory of crying.