Time flies, and time grows old easily. Time is a raging river, but it cannot wash away those clear and blurry faces.
The road of growth is like a fleeting moment, leaving only a period of the past that is worthy of saying "I still remember those years". When I look back, I can't find the string of footprints I left behind. The memories are still there, but things have changed. Who still remembers the time we spent together?