Every man has a man in his heart. That person, no one can replace, even a look, a movement can never find the same person. When I first met you, you loved to laugh. The sun is warm, but not always warm.

I just never thought you were so important to me. I know clearly that this person will be a lifetime memory. But it is. When we are young, it is easy for us to put our emotions on the trivial things and lose ourselves. At that time, probably thought this is a lifetime, too care about, is the beginning of the loss.

The dusty memory finally came to life.In my memory, I can't remember everything about you. When I first saw you, the breeze was blowing, and the sun was shining on your face. Now think about it, and suddenly I feel that memory is also a kind of happiness. I had known that later memories are all related to you. In fact, the first meeting, a person's impression also stays at that moment. Only later, I have a story, but not mention you, if you are willing to come back, I still wait for you in place, but time has already let me fade a proud, leaving only helplessness and compromise. I see you for the first time, but do not want to later, I all around you. I love a mustang, but there is no grassland in my house. In fact, everyone has a secret, a secret about a person. We all chose to bury it in the deepest part of our memory. No matter how time washes it, it cannot be erased. No matter how merciless the years, it can not be completely deleted. My youth, the youth in memory, do you ever think later. After the future, there will be no longer. My youth, white boy, do you remember me? Fall in love with you, I never thought of later.

After all this time, it is still a memory over and over again. The only thing that makes me glad is that you are still the same in my memory.

每个人，心里都藏着一个人。 那个人，任何人都无法替代，哪怕一个眼神，一个动作都再也找不到一模一样的人。初次见你，你很爱笑。阳光温暖，却未必倾城。

只是不曾想后来，你对我竟然如此重要。我心里清楚的明白，这个人将会是一生的记忆。然而，事实确实如此。青春年少的我们，总是很容易把情感放在一些琐事上面，从而迷失了自我。那个时候，大概觉得这就是一辈子，太过在乎，便是失去的开始。

那尘封已久的记忆，终于苏醒。

记忆里，你模糊的背影还在脑海徘徊，但是，却再也记不清关于你的一切。初次见你，微风吹过，正好阳光洒在你的面孔，现在想一想，突然觉得回忆也是一种幸福吧，早知道后来的记忆都与你有关，那么我宁可选择忘记，也不会将你放在心里，哪怕关于你的一点一滴。其实，初次见面，对一个人的印象也就停留在那一刻。只是后来，我有了故事，却不在将你提起，如果你愿意回来，我依旧在原地等你，然而时间早已让我褪去一身骄傲，留下的只有无奈与妥协。初次见你，却不想后来，我的一切都围绕着你。我爱上一匹野马，但是我的家里没有草原。其实，每一个人都有一个秘密，关于一个人的秘密。我们都很默契的选择将它埋藏在记忆的最深处。无论岁月如何洗涤，都无法将它抹去。无论岁月多么无情， 都无法将它彻底删除。我的少年，记忆里少年，你可曾想后来。以后的以后，再也没有来日方长。我的少年，白衣少年，你可曾记得我。爱上你，我从未想过后来。

这么久，终于还是一遍一遍的回忆，唯一让我庆幸的是，记忆里的你 依旧如初

谢谢你的阅读，最亲爱的陌生人。