When memories come to my eyes, I suddenly find that we have met each other many years ago. Looking back at those unforgettable nostalgic memories, looking back at those lingering decayed past, those scenes of tears intertwined, I look at your quiet face as pale as snow, let the tears spread and blur the eyes, use silence to start to build and weave the edge called distance, to isolate the closeness that once was, let the time fly by, the years fade away, and the passing years, how should we learn to pay tribute...