This article is a memorial to some people and some things.
Like a record.
There are many people in the article, so each paragraph can be read as a separate paragraph. Life is originally composed of countless connected fragments. After the washing of time, some are forgotten, and some are engraved in the memory and lingering. So a lot of things to me are like clockwork that's stuck, suddenly stopped at that moment. The previous relationship may have no result and come to an abrupt end.