My youth is very ordinary, so ordinary that I didn't even realize I had become an adult. My youth is not as beautiful as I had imagined, with no passionate love. What I have are just some fragmented memories. Whenever I quiet down, I keep flipping through those yellowed memories, fantasizing about how great it would have been if things had gone differently. But youth, like falling leaves, like a torrent, comes without saying goodbye. It carries... carries away more than a decade of my life.
Having a drink makes me want to share some random nonsense.
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