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When we have youth, we can't find a suitable word to describe it, and we never know how to really cherish it. Until the youth is gone, we realized that youth, the original is tragic. All the longing, beautiful, or bitter, and finally, it is so light and leisurely passed away, youth, the original has not been close. Here, there are you and his shadow, there are you and his story, youth fades, only to leave the elegy.