Watching time gradually go away by stepping on the wound, it seems that there is a dim halo drifting along some familiar and unfamiliar faces in my memory.
I thought, maybe some people can really walk away bravely and never look back, like us in the past. It was like a play, but it ended early, but when the ending song was silent, we cried heartbrokenly.
Walking through those familiar streets, watching those teenagers, performing the sentimentality of youth and ignorance in the place where they once were.