Those days are like a photo, folded in half.
Half of them were colorful photos, which were overexposed in bright sunlight and the images were a bit blurry.
Half of them are dark black and white photos, recording the monotonous traces of the night, blown by the cold wind.
But it always has a meaning. When we were young, we ran forward recklessly, who we bumped into and what happened happened, there must be a memorial. But always move forward, there are many people you have loved. You can put it into your memory, but you must know that you cannot stand still.
Carry it with you, love your future life, and make yourself more mature.
It's just a collection of memories about love and other things.