The days are always like fine sand flowing through the fingertips, slipping quietly inadvertently. The sorrows and sorrows of the past have gently passed away under the wash of the passing years, while the joy and smiles left behind will remain fresh in the depths of memory for a long time. The days of those crazy growing years were especially silent, with falling flowers, distant water, and youth that we could not grasp no matter what.
Nowadays, when friends get together a little, they also feel that they have left, the sunset is still there, and they remember the craziness of the crazy year.