Thank you for passing by my youth

Because I like you, so a lot of things have a reason;

Because I like you, a lot of things don't require a reason.

--Three years, March

Simple time, hindsight.

If a young man is destined to meet once, are you the most memorable? It can still be described as an era of innocence, so the story starts to become reckless, as if everything is not cared for. You can play and joke as you please. Talk to a guy on the phone for a long time, talk about his favorite songs, and carefully prepare birthday gifts for him... Just because you know each other, even LanYan is only a confidant, a good friend from the heart.

Unfortunately, the distance between the two hearts is too far. Even face to face, they can't understand each other's feelings. Shredded letters were scattered in the March wind. This should be a simple story, so there is no room for impurities. So they fell silent, and the beauty was shattered into chaos. I thought indifference was a kind of redemption, but it was just a cocoon.

It hasn't started yet. The story is over.

Frivolous youth, tears into wounds.

Later, did I bother you or did you remind me? Thin youth, why should some things be exposed so cruelly. You're sure to say, "You don't like him." "I don't dare look you in the eye, trying to pretend to be calm, afraid of being seen through by you. Because there were some things I wasn't sure about – I rarely encountered warmth in those years, and there seemed to be no reason to refuse. You're sure I don't like him, so you say, who would I like?

Now that I've chosen to miss, what can the reunion change? The vows are so beautiful, but unfortunately, the young man holding his son's hand can't wait to wait for the future of growing old with his son. You say you like me, I believe. You say: If I chase you, will you say yes? Also from that moment on, my world was no longer at peace. I thought being together was our end, but I forgot the story went on. These flowers can be straightened. I miss last season's flowers. It's too late to turn this season around. March rain, rain turned to mud.

"We are not suitable", this is the beginning of my choice, and it is also the end you gave me.

Time flies, silent watchmanship.

At this point, everything seems to be settled. There are people around you. I don't know who's next, who's the person you really care about, who's going to be the last... But I knew that person wasn't me anymore. They said I was too stubborn, like your flat tone, and asked me why I didn't want to accept him. I really want to ask you, when I say it's not for you, when I say I don't like you at all. When I was crying because of the breakup, I hung up the phone and asked another boy to comfort me. After the breakup, because I didn't answer the phone and sent a message saying we're okay from now on, if you say another word to me, you're not human, and at first, because the girl you like doesn't accept you and convinces you to be with me as an excuse, you write "I hate you" and "Please don't bother me again" on the note I gave me. Why bother me now, mine.

I don't know what he said to you as your brother. A year after the breakup, when I picked up the phone, I heard your voice. You've said so much about snow dams and the distance between snow dams. In fact, you don't have to be so witty. I know what you're trying to say. I've been hurt by you many times. Did you care about this last time? I said you've all misunderstood. I haven't liked you for a long time. I wouldn't accept him just because I didn't like him. It's none of your business. I even said in front of him that you are nothing in my heart... Forgive me for maybe not being a white lie, I just don't want to bother your life anymore; I just don't want you to hate me for my insistence; I just don't want to hear you say results that may never change. I admit I never really let it go. I admit I still care, but I don't have the courage. It's like having prepared a birthday present for so long, but I wouldn't even dare tell you "Happy Birthday".

I just want to bear this love alone. I'd rather treat it as a secret love, in a way that you don't care about. At least, I won't bother you anymore. I said I would put it down. Please give me some time and space. One day, everything will be easy. It's like the beginning of the story – maybe nothing can change.

I didn't want to hear the flowers falling, so I covered my ears and stole my heart.

P.S. I didn't expect that when I walked out of the exam room and went downstairs after the last exam, I would occasionally look up at the bustling crowd and see that you had turned in your exam papers in advance. I didn't expect that among so many people, we would walk shoulder to shoulder. I didn't expect that I would have the courage to hand you the gift, turn around naturally, or run away. I just want to end this three-year story with one sentence, as you can see, the one I wrote in the gift:

Thank you for passing by my youth...