Memory is a white flower that cannot tolerate any impurities.
I always want to open a book in winter and let the sun shine on my eyelashes; or wear pulleys to walk through the quiet streets and watch the falling cherry blossoms. I am not a genius girl, nor is I a wealthy lady, I just have those smiling faces.
But time flies by so fast, I don't cherish it, I can only miss it by remembering the past that passed away in a flash.