I once heard someone say that memories are a bridge, but they are a prison leading to loneliness.
Luoluo, you are a sensitive Scorpio and I am a Leo in August.
Luoluo, we have become the most familiar strangers in the world
Yaoyao, you said that after looking at the scenery for a long time, it becomes dull, and after experiencing too many things, the heart becomes indifferent.
Vivian, you are right
Our memories are like foam on the seaside. When the summer sun rises, they are pushed onto the beach by the wind and slowly disappear.