At that time, we were too naive. If we forget to be serious, we will lose.

Missing you, is the time of a lyric, reading you, is a distance from the horizon. The feelings filled with emotions surged in the heart, who saw the tears turning around. The face of the wind has taken away the thoughts and sorrows, and the warmth left behind has inadvertently filled the memories.

We used to be naive and thought that having tomorrow is forever. At that time, we were too naive, we couldn’t see the future, and now we can resist the tears that have not fallen, but we forget that the track is always separated. When we are young, it is simple. When you grow up, happiness is simple.

After three years of separation, we each lived our own lives, have our own academic partners, and have our own lives, but the same is still the same friendship. Looking back at the previous time, we can’t help but sigh, it’s friendship that will us. Tied together, remember those days of playfulness, no image, barefoot on the roads, and shouting the name of the hair in the crowd, because in our eyes those worldly eyes are nothing, after all, we are naive After all, we will not admit defeat.

We pursue fresh, can't stand the boring eyes, learn to play some workplace games like adults, use the book without a real file, do not have gorgeous work clothes, play the imagination to make it yourself, even if the body is wrapped like a mummy, but We are happy, we also often enter and enter the entertainment venue, to KTV. To vent our troubles, loud catharsis, we are not low-key, the eyes of adults in the eyes of the game, it does not matter. Because we are naive

At that time, we were too naive. We didn’t know that today’s does not mean that we still have tomorrow. The broken dreams don’t know if we can still restore. We only hope that we can reflect our friendship at that time, perhaps in the future, when we put together, that The innocence of time will not be reflected, just a piecemeal memory like playing a movie.

In the future, if I can say a word to myself, I may still say the following sentence: "Whoever loses seriously," time can dilute everything, including childhood memories, without complete memory, even if they can be pieced together, but There will always be a broken place, and what should be found to fill the vacant place? Can it be perfect to recover?

At that time we were too naive, just thinking about beautiful fantasy, forgetting that there will always be a time to wake up!

Third day: Chaucer