In Memory of the Summer of 2006

If you miss something, you won't come back again. Some people can only remain in memory if they are missed. Then it slowly grows moldy little by little in the gaps of time. When the memory is barren and overgrown with weeds, People and things were buried forever, as if they had never been in this world. It is raining lightly outside, and the cold rain slides quietly down the transparent glass windows. Do some pains have to be healed by forgetting? Conception: