In the stumbling years, as the world of two became the world of three, some people came and some left.
When you end a game, end a long, reluctant, but impossible-to-leave story, it seems that the simplest things in the past have become beautiful.
Suddenly I remembered that when I played for the first time, the first master was happy, had a fight, and left;
Changing districts, meeting different people again, feeling sad, sad, parting and reuniting;
Even when I left, those scenes of getting along day and night still did not fade at all, and the scenes were always accompanied by the music of "Mo Ask Today" reappearing in my mind.
Games are like life, and life is like games.
Which one is true and which one is false? What are the differences and differences?
However, you today are no longer the you you were then, and I am not the same person I used to be.
Things have changed and only memories remain.