The Rhythm of Autumn

The story of our past. When I was young, I devoted all my energy to making trouble, and used all my great joys, anger, sorrows and fears. It always felt like it was a big deal. When the light and shadow fade away, the details are polished into edges. It turns out that the next sentence of "Have you had enough trouble?" Should be "I'm sorry." How come we all forgot? Conception: