That Summer, When I Was Young

Everyone has youth. You once had youth, and you were also someone else's youth. You laugh in youth, cry in youth, and unscrupulously shed your youthful sweat in youth. Just because that is your youth. Maybe, when you are old and homeless, you use your trembling hands to open the diary you wrote when you were young. Looking at the childish scenes in it, you will suddenly shed old tears, and then you can't help but shake your head and smile at your childish youth. I was young then.