Everything that suddenly happened caught her off guard. She was still attached to her, but it was so far away. She used another man to commemorate her past love. She no longer had any reason to hesitate. The conflicts around her were turbulent. How should she continue? Slowly, she understood. Apart from time, there was also you and me. Only traces will remind you whether you were young or old, regardless of joy or sorrow.
Use my slender hands to outline the rough trajectory of youth~