When I was seventeen years old, I promised to go to the mountains and seas together in the summer, but some people stayed in the middle of winter forever.
Later, there were fireworks every year, and it was the height of summer on earth. I was the only one left, walking down for two people.
Some farewells are silent and scattered in countless ordinary daily life. By the time they understand it with hindsight, they have already changed.
Concept: Time is a cruel story
