In my formative years, I had two inseparable friends. We have spent countless happy moments together, sharing each other's joys and sorrows. However, when we stepped into the university, the trajectories of our lives began to change, and we had to go our separate ways.
After many years, the god of fate has brought us together again. However, what was once a lot of talk has become a relative silence today. Looking at each other's familiar and unfamiliar faces, I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sourness in my heart. We seem to have become accustomed to living with masks, hiding our true selves, and becoming reserved and polite.
Recalling when I was a child, those carefree and unrestrained days, we used to chase dreams together and laugh together. And now, as we grow up, we are burdened with various roles and expectations, and we have become cautious and reserved. Perhaps, this is the price of growth.
Facing my former best friend, I began to think: what makes us so strange? Is it the ruthlessness of the years, or is it our own choice? Perhaps, we should be brave enough to take off our masks, regain that innocent friendship, and let our hearts be connected to each other again. Only in this way can we regain the unrestrained happiness we once had and let the flower of friendship bloom again.