The time of that year is like the shadow cast by the sun, layer upon layer, clearly engraved in life.
Some people are destined to meet; some things are destined to happen.
Hear the clear jointing sound of life, a winter of waiting in confinement, a spring of painful buds, a summer of joy of growth, and the bitter or sweet autumn.
Maybe it's because I didn't take that step, maybe it's because you let go of the hand you've been holding tightly. Once you turn around, you will miss it for a lifetime.
Time will always remember that the light of the sky faded from bright to dark at this end of the page.