Those deep-hidden memories are like dusty photo albums, each page is filled with lost time. What you once longed for was just the ordinary fireworks, the cozy hut, where you could quietly watch the years and be safe and sound. I shuttled through the corridor of memory, letting the past fade away like smoke, but my heart remained calm, savoring the unique tranquility. You sit alone in a corner with a book and a cup of old times. When you dream back to that year, you realize that loneliness is also so beautiful and exciting. Those missed memories will eventually return in another way and warm our hearts.
All the ups and downs experienced in the world are just a moment in the long river of time. Time flies by, the story has not yet begun, it has become a chapter in the past. On the road of mortal world, we meet briefly and become strangers once we turn around. The old sleep talks, the passing time, only the memories are left to warm the heart. Nowadays, only the years are left, and there is no more youthful play. Nostalgia is not looking back, it is just taking a walk down memory lane occasionally. Time passed slowly in those years, and you and I were innocent and free from worries. I often look back on the past, but I will not dwell on the past. After all, moving forward is where I want to go. What is separated between us is not years, but that chapter of youth that cannot be reproduced.
Purpose: Inspiring stories