These are just ordinary stories, these are just ordinary people.
Each of us has a story.
We all live in this small world. We may dare to love, hate and complain, but maybe we can only be worn away by the years.
In this huge torrent of time, our story is just a speck of dust, blown by the wind, it disappears. But the people in those stories, the deepest smiles I have imprinted on you are hidden in my heart that I can never express. Used for nostalgia.