A story, a period of time.
The stories of several people, the years of several people.
Time flies, and what is taken away is not the past, but every sigh of the past again.
You walk, you look, you search, and what you finally find is that peace of mind and that warm sun.
He doesn't love her, but he is with her.
He loved her, but he could never give her an engagement paper or a wedding ring.
She left him with endless resentment towards life.
She stayed with him until the end of his life.
Isn't there a saying that to truly love someone is to just love them.
In and out of stories, you will always find your own reflection.
Who are you.