When I was little, I have no memories of my parents playing with me.
All I had were my grandparents.
And that study, dim all year round, where my grandfather never liked the lights on.
In my memory, it was so dark and oppressive, as though my grandparents' entire lives had piled up there. But in truth, it was simply the place where all my childhood dreams took refuge.
How could it ever have been bright and carefree?
Anything so shallow could never have borne the loneliness I felt as a child.
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Fortunately, we still have memories, maps drawn in our minds.
There are many things that I want to keep, but I can't. . .