From birth to the present, the memory of each of us is continuous and coherent without any breakpoints;
It allows us to wake up every morning knowing who we are, where we are, and what we are going to do, instead of being panicked in the dark;
Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and every minute and second before it is automatically saved in a mysterious area of the brain;
These automatically saved things are called memories, and they cannot be copied or deleted;
But memories are never permanent either, they can be forgotten... And easily forgotten;
The more we experience and the longer we live, the more things we forget.
When more and more people and things are blurred beyond recognition in our memory, where and what do those who loved us or those we loved do?
The more you want to remember, the harder it is to not forget...