The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the leaves and scattered in my sight. The sunlight blurred the real scenery. In the spinning scene, it was difficult for me to control my balance. Every scene I walk through is full of memories. How can I forget it? Memory is a scarred wall, we always want to get around it, but fate plays tricks on us and we cannot avoid meeting it head-on. I use the fragments of time to consolidate the indestructible city in my heart. Those fragments of light that cannot be pieced together are lost in the lost eyes of memory. I still can't change my mind. Use tears as ink and memory as pen, and then carefully write word by word about your youth and the beauty you have given me.