After many years, I discovered that the unbearable memories that should have been blown away by the wind like passing clouds still clung to me and refused to leave. How many times have I forced myself to forget, but the more I remember it, the deeper I remember it. Everything in the past is engraved in my bones and settled in my heart, and cannot be erased.
What keeps it in mind is not nostalgia and concern, but the sad discovery that in the past years, nothing is more worth keeping than letting go.
A first love that cannot be let go, realized or even forgotten.