Sometimes, a thing, even for a moment, is a memory and cannot be forgotten...
The past is like a drop of water hitting the ground, which will gradually disappear, but the traces left behind are shocking...
The place where the wind blew was like a dream without a trace. If it weren't for the residual breath, it seemed that the moment just now was just an illusion...
Sometimes, even a slipknot cannot be opened, because the moment it is tied, it is an eternal bond.