To Our Youth That Ran Aground

They were young and reckless, bold and brilliant;

They were girls who loved fiercely and hated fiercely, hurt all over yet determined to keep going, willing to act cute and clingy, brave enough to face what lay ahead;

He left her with a child and three slaps, then turned and walked away without a backward glance;

She watched his pretenses with cool indifference, welcomed his tenderness with a smile, and carefully built a little world of her own, just as she’d planned;

She was clever and perceptive, gentle and graceful; like a still pool, she calmly absorbed every misfortune and sorrow...

A group of different people, all living in the same world, are brought together by a school and caught up in so many tangled loves and hatreds. When we step out into society, how should we look back on the youth that still holds regrets? With sorrow and remorse, or envy for the vigor we once had?