Four years pass by like running water, two years are used for recognition, and two years are used for forgetting.
But how many four years are there in life?
When you are young, you always have incurable wounds
Time is like a song
Four years have passed so quickly, and suddenly looking back, it has been four years.
Two years of happiness, two years of sadness
incurable wound
I have always wanted to write a story, but every time I pick it up, I put it down again. I am helpless because of my own difficulty in writing and my inability to let go of the past. There is no guarantee that everything is true. After all, memories are fragments processed by the brain, and they can be selectively accepted and forgotten, so just make do with it. A story about youth, friendship or maybe love. Regarding the things between each other that we didn't understand until the end, we could only write about them based on guesses. Memories, then, real letting go, and then forgetting. Because it is worth remembering, forget it.
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