Today, I finally finished watching it, the ending of the hug, and I, who covered my face and cried, were in constant turmoil in my heart. A small part of it was a movie, and a large part was a nostalgia for the lost youth.
After graduating, I kept sighing and fearing. When I was a teenager, I never sighed. In the past few years, the idea that I am an adult and that I am no longer young began to grow wildly in my mind.
But the passing of the years is a great panic for me. I'm scared. Every time I approach my birthday, I am afraid. I have longed for a vigorous youth, but I have suffered a lot of hardships, and then I am mediocre. I am not young anymore.
I have been poisoned by novels for many years, and I think it is a very loving thing to cultivate. A love story about waiting silently and a love story about trying to grow up but also worrying about the age difference.
I've grown up too, and I'm waiting too. But I am not young anymore.
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