Time has flown away again. It has been a long time. After passing through memories, it has been divided and divided into equal parts. It has paved the way for the years when I am young and flying.
When you start to make a decision, there are countless forks to choose from, and countless long rivers flow into the eyes that are constantly disappearing in the memory. The flow went away, gradually went away, leaving the dreams floating in the riverside that overlapped heavily, and then forgot, forgot to look back.
It was you who said that there was still a lot of time and a lot of memories worth remembering. It was as if light had come into your hands and reflected countless dazzling colors through your fingers. I want to wait for you every morning, but I have no choice but to stop the end of time and keep thinking about you. It puts shackles on the children who are in the beginning of love. They lose their freedom. They are lost and cannot be restored after coming and going.