Aunt:
You always say that I am immersed in memories and should look forward more. I just feel reluctant to let go of the old days that are far away and the people and things lost in the old days. The past that has not yet had time to say goodbye, carries countless laughter and tears, and is swept away by the torrent of time. Only the mottled memories on the wall are left crumbling in the wind. The fragmentation can be so tragic, and the memories are so shallow and so deep.
I know that it is a time that I can never get back, but it exists so vividly in my memory. It was an era of overgrown grass. I look for warmth in my memories. I just simply hope that there is such a person around me, and that our hearts can form a beautiful arc.