In the river of time, everyone is like a grain of sand, washed away by the river, and misses those beautiful things in eternity. Sometimes, people are like this, only when they lose it will they find that it is the most beautiful thing. I was no exception. At that end of time, I discovered that I had loved him for a long time. . . It's been so long that I've forgotten how he looked. It's been so long that I don't know how to describe my current mood.