For many days, we just watched, like watching the water rushing under a broken faucet in the toilet, watching our time pass by.
At first, you might reach out and hold the switch in an attempt to retain him. As time passed, it became silent.
Flow, flow, flow continuously, say goodbye to the peach blossoms on human faces, say goodbye to the brilliant spring scenery.
It wasn't until the moment I was hit by a stone that I felt I should look back.
Along the way, I realized that what I was stepping on were fragments of past memories. Glaze all over the place.
And the years, like water, passed away like this.
Never look back.
Conception: