There are always some fragments in the corner of memory that you don't want to open...
It's slowly being pieced together into a painting...
Time, should it stop or stay, memory, should it last forever or be short-lived...
Slowly, I began to grow up, and began to understand that while being satisfied with happiness, I also understood the memories of loneliness and loneliness...
The most beautiful time, the memories waiting for you to name...