At that time we had dreams about words and love.
Everyone is the protagonist of his own world, a book, and a story.
Time washes away everything, and memories will turn yellow. One day, it will become difficult to recall the wonderful past.
Words will not deceive people, they will help us record the most beautiful moments of light and shadow, the madness and obsession along the way.
How does one person build a city? Fortunately, we are not alone.
Youth is not a person's youth, the most beautiful years, the most beautiful stories, the most beautiful people, the most beautiful emotions.
I dare not forget each other, so I would like to dedicate this article to the passing of time.