Copywriting:
From childhood to adulthood, there are always people around us. In the simple days of holding hands, we only know that our pure feelings exist in a small piece of sky. Time is a cold-blooded executioner. We forget our past vows as we grow. He cuts off our connections with a knife, and we each stay in the incomplete adult world and cry loudly. When we grow up, we gradually forget ourselves and each other. Forgot the dreams we once shared together, the hands we held together to encourage each other, the heart beating wildly when we confessed our love to the boy we loved for the first time... Can you remember those fragmented memory fragments? ! I want to tell you that I miss you very much...