When we are young, we begin to transform from ignorance to maturity. Time is so unforgiving, and the scars of the past are left behind by strong winds, scorching sun, and heavy rains. This unknown secret was revealed, and the existing scars were torn apart again and pulled away from the skin. Facing the blurry red, should we stop or move forward? The past is like passing smoke, but it is to commemorate our youth. I used the remaining memories to outline the framework of this story, cut out a piece of memory, and took a photo of the past...